Silence Speaks

Silence Speaks

A Poem by John Fitzgerald

We are limited in our ability
To comprehend the eternal scene
Yet still her silence speaks to us

The cold pastoral hand reaches out
and a forest of overwrought thoughts branches beyond

All that exists is the procession
And we conjecture the rest -
The altar, the art, the limitations

We all know of what we need is ahead of us -
The remains of beauty and truth
In midst of other woes and pain

And yet the silken skies
Marbles a river of regret in her eyes
And constructs a mountain of memory as an altar to her soul

© 2024 John Fitzgerald


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First read of your John and although I did enjoy the feeling of your poem I felt there were unnecessary words used here and there...for example and, and and and
Plus, no punctuation?
Such a shame because with punctuation the reader knows when to breath..
I would never want to offend you and I only am saying this because I believe this could be a very good poem with just a little work.
For example:
The cold pastoral hand reaches out
and a forest of overwrought thoughts branches beyond
might be cleaner to say
Cold pastoral hand reaches out;
a forest of overwrought thoughts branches beyond.
No need for the THE... or the AND...
You message would be clearer...

Lisasview, now in Spain


Posted 3 Days Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

John Fitzgerald

1 Day Ago

Thanks for commenting again. I completely accept your comments, I just like to leave the positive on.. read more
Lisasview

1 Day Ago

Good reviews are not always positive.
Perhaps helpful to the open minded.
John Fitzgerald

23 Hours Ago

Good reviews are always a matter of opinion, but good luck to you and happy writing

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