"The Echo Of Silence"

     'The Echo Of Silence'

I thought... that you had understood,
I could not know you never would.
The more I gave, the less I knew,
I just was not... a part of you.

Now the silence echoes the pain.
The emptiness of... so little gained.
Not even ashes, of a love grown cold;
There never was love, to even grow old.

I stood there and I bared my soul,
How was I... to ever know,
You would devour the best of me?
It happened before, I was able to see.

That you could not...change your heart,
Would not even...share one part
Of the person...that I thought I knew,
When I gave my heart and soul to you.

I felt that I really, had understood,
And ...that I always would.
I gave to you, all that I held dear,
Now...the 'echo of silence,' is all that I hear.

Reviews

[SZHZIA]

Beautiful writing on the expectation of trust, and good relationship with a metaphor of the echo of silence as well as with appropriate rhyming and meter. The first stanza:

"I thought... that you had understood,
I could not know you never would.
The more I gave, the less I knew,
I just was not... a part of you."

are so inspiring and has stolen my heart really. Mostly ever one experiences it one time in his/her life. Some time we expect that the other is understanding me better, but in fact we are wrong in our understanding. Nice job, Valentine. Keep writing. Thanks for sharing.

Best
Szhzia

[Valentine]

I just put down thoughts on paper, if they rhyme, fine, if not...that is fine too. Kathie

[Stanley R. Teater]

"The Echo of Silence": Beautiful metaphor for lost love.

[Valentine]

Stan, funny how silence does seem to echo and reecho in the mind. Kathie

[andrew mitchell]

i read this as prayers to God but not getting a answer verbally hence echoes in silence because I'm sure prays echo in silence.

[Valentine]

Andrew, I like your idea, I had not thought of it that way. Kathie

[wordman]

sometimes we give our hearts to quick,we don`t take the time to ponder how the other person really feels ..

[Valentine]

Ron, many people are just in a courtship for a few nights, others for the long haul. Have to learn to see the difference. Kathie

[KWP]

Oh wow ... imagine livi g such a loveless life when the whole
Idea of life itself is to know love and all it has to offer in physicality, feeling, essence, and existence... this is a great poem and I imagine, unless the character in your novel finds her way, is a very sad story X

[Valentine]

I get ideas for writes every where. I just liked the line.'echo of silence',, how can silence echo?Kathie

[KWP]

funny I was talking about paradox's with my son the other day ... he had to explain to me what they are ... hahaha X (always learning)

[Ted Kniffen]

A lovely bit of regret. Beautifully written piece that makes a statement many people will understand. Good Write

[Valentine]

Ted, just an idea from a novel I read. Kathie

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem took reader to personal places and thoughts.
"I felt that I really, had understood,
And ...that I always would.
I gave to you, all that I held dear,
Now...the 'echo of silence,' is all that I hear."
The echo of silence can deaden the heart and soul. We must find place of hopeful noise somewhere. Thank you dear friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Valentine]

John, not personal, just words brought to mind when reading an old book. Thank you for stopping by. Kathie

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Kathie.

[Lorry]

The ache of unrequited love takes many guises, yet they are all guises beyond the hollow ache of emptiness when you give your all and feel the ache of where what you gave being emptier for their lack of return. Perfectly captured.

[Valentine]

Nemo, many times reading I find ideas that I turn into poetry. I never copy lines just jot down thoughts. Sometime later I read it and a poem forms in my head. Isn't it that way for all writers? Kathie

[Lorry]

I think it is Kathie. Personally, what works for me is a word catches my eye, I jot that down on a post it note or open a word doc and type that word, then leave it until something comes to me. Most of my prompts are from a single word, sometimes a phrase. It's strange the paths our mind take with words, but fun to see their completion and what comes out at the end from just a small prompt.