we pile up time don't we jacob?
"the dreams of "happy ever after"
become fallen heroes" really like those lines ... happy hopes and plans unresolved ... undone :( even the peace of silence defiled .. in contrast your closing line is sublime and rekindles a blessed, pure love from somewhere ... i always enjoy your stuff, sir ... right here at the Cafe'
E.
Life and love can so often leave a void when one or the other loses colour. Neither offering what should be but is diluted in some way that makes for sadness wrapped and sat alone, wondering why. Perhaps.
'storms pass, and solace grows into soliloquy
as we speak of nothing to no one in particular'
Not even Self. Two phrases, lines, thoughts that speak in multitudes, jacob, sir.
Posted 6 Months Ago
5 Months Ago
always such poetic replies you give us to our poems...
thank you, em,
j.
The pain of loneliness and shattered dreams looms large in this one, Jacob. The rainbows are still there...just hiding behind clouds. I felt the emotion in this one. Lydi**
A very vivid depiction of loneliness, with plenty of figurative language such as 'ruined rainbows' and the use of the name Hamlet in the plural, (I assume the name refers to the Shakespearean character). The poem is clearly about the pain of solitude.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
thank you for your kind review, Hasan.
j.
6 Years Ago
Its a pleasure. Hope to read plenty more of your poems.
Life as it progresses, does kill off the most carefully guarded illusions, one by one. There is travesty of hope. And silence becomes the language of choice. I would like to envision rainbows sometimes but there’s not enough colour left. Appreciated very much.
Very profound write my friend; makes me wonder if my own rainbow's end will be the internment of my humble soul! Thus - solitude and silence are two words which resonant poignantly within the psyche - great composition ... :-)
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
thank you for sharing how you related to this piece, Phill...
j.
Contemplations of what might have been are always painful. Verse 3 speaks to this truth powerfully with its image of "suicides of passionate illusions once held." The whole work conjures up the themes of loss and passing time. A somber but beautiful piece.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..