Nothing is quite as frightening as midnight thoughts, as you so put it. They have no meaning, they have no pattern nor will they be able to be fathomed into recognizable constellations. The thoughts just exist, let themselves be known in deafening silence that could probably drive a person to insanity. Well done, fine portrayal indeed.
Might I also say the visual aid only enhanced my personal emotions drawn from the poem? The poem and the picture compliment each other well.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Alone in the dark, with dark thoughts, what could be more deafening, thanks so much for your graciou.. read moreAlone in the dark, with dark thoughts, what could be more deafening, thanks so much for your gracious review Tai.
11 Years Ago
I was about to give review but when I scrolled down I've read Tai's comment. I cannot say more, he s.. read moreI was about to give review but when I scrolled down I've read Tai's comment. I cannot say more, he said it all.
Now this silent scream you have shouted to us will go to my favorite shelf. Thank you for sharing, Frieda.
Painful silence is torture, simply put. You really painted a truly claustrophobic and dark picture here. Awesome metaphor with the cocoon and metamorphosis! Always entertained and impressed. This one here packed a powerful punch. Nice write.
Frieda been long since I reviewed your work, how have you been. well, silent pain, this can be from heartache to toothache and this kinds of pain come late at night when everyone is asleep and you are left alone with your pain. You did it so well and as usual, I loved it
Posted 11 Years Ago
One of my favorite songs of Leonard Cohen, sweet Frieda, well done,
And your words... I feel the missing the pain in them... the dark, and you,
the loneliness, the fear, but yet, there is light... I know there is...
Silent pain, is the one, that is there now and then,
and you, are it's translator... Perfection in this one my dear...
Words to fear, to hide from, because there's nothing worse than loneliness wrapped in fears you can't push away. You try, we try, the more the effort, the weaker the resolve to survive. A vicious circle. More than sad, Frieda.
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..