Screams

As I was organising my papers I came across several poems I wrote 50 years or so ago. Time changes us if we let it. Freestyle poetry

Screams....

The house is cold from screams;

the silence now but a whisper of tears.

A dark room, a closed door;

I feel the emptiness of being here before.

Again, alone I feel ...

searching open handed for life,

the draining of it already gone from my body.

Alone, I feel again upon returning,

my life an empty shell of dreams.

The house is cold from screams,

all but the one endless within me ...

Author's Note

Reviews are appreciated.
Thank you,
Lisa

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Some people base their entire philosophy off of the concept that suffering is the natural state of existence. Not only is suffering to an extent inescapable, it is required, life is defined more than anything by it's presence or absence.
Everything as we know it is a distorted representation of some timeless amoral undefinable urge to exist. Humans cannot distinguish between invention and discovery when it comes to individual existence. I think you would be a fan of Arthur Schopenhauer's writing. (The World as Will and Representation)

[Lisasview]

Hi Little Tk,
Thank you for your review and the book to read...
You do know that I wrote this poem in the early 1970's..
Yes, on that day I was pretty upset...I say DAY because I was fine the nest day..and Yes, I agree
on the concept that one can not know happiness with out having known sadness..Did you ever read Gibran?
I haven't read his work for many years..but his thoughts have stayed with me..
Lisa, now in Spain..

[Davidgeo]

It's okay, the 1970's isn't far enough ago to make that review irrelevant.

It's strange how certain things we read decades ago still seem fresh. I find that when I review things I find out that I've sometime's romanticized them. Memory is a traitor.

[Davidgeo]

... Memory Can be a traitor I meant. Not every time.

[Soren]

Lisa I am struck by the emotion in this poem it strikes chords deep and identifiable somewhere in lost memories it is haunting.

[Lisasview]

How very wonderful to hear from you and get such a great review.
I have not written much in the past year because I had a few falls... Then two weeks ago I got a new knee...
Can not wait to get back to writing.
Did you realise that I wrote that poem more than 50 years ago?
I kept it written in pencil all these years and posted it for the very first time last year.
I think my most recent poem is called Gone..You might like it...
Lisa

[Soren]

Most interesting a very mature poem for what must have been then a very young woman.

[Lisasview]

Yes I was about 20 years old..
This was written when I went back home to my parents house....just to visit...
Lisa

[Sami Khalil]

Journeying to the past, past-written archives can be nostalgic, bittersweet; it is like turning pages or flipping through albums.
This had strong visuals and emotions; lows leading to highs.
Awesome!

[Lisasview]

What a doll you are to read this and leave me such a very positive review...
Thank you!!
read moreWhat a doll you are to read this and leave me such a very positive review...
Thank you!!
Lisa

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome 😊

[Harmony.Txx]

I felt as if I were watching a movie, of a little girl's broken dreams. Painful and beautiful.. I love this.

[Lisasview]

Hi There,
I am looking back at my poems and I see that you left me an amazing review a months ago which I never replied to... so strange because I remember your great review and I really thought I had said thank you...so sorry for that.. Going now to read yours,
Lisa, now in Spain

[Harmony.Txx]

Hi Lisa! It is quite alright my friend! I know and understand how hectic our days can be.. I hope you are staying safe :)

[Lisasview]

Thank you... yes, all is good here..
Lisa, working on my poetry in Spain
P.S. You might like my newest poem Forevermore or an older one Miles Apart...
Lisa

[William Michael Reeves]

50 years!! Wow! I imagine you have a pile. Maybe even a burn pile. Not too many made it here. This poem felt like a time travel story which I love. At the end we return to our beginning. The loop of life. Now frightened by the screams of our past. Our memories. Frozen in a simultaneous past and future.

[Lisasview]

Hi Michael,
Not sure if you realise that I wrote this more than 50 years ago.. I was in my early 20's in 1970.
I say this because you wrote "Now frightened by our past." "Our Memories."
Thank you so much for reading my work,
Lisa

[William Michael Reeves]

I go by Bill Lisa. William is the front man. We use his name because it sounds good with art. Billigami is my alter ego who folds the words and meanings into poetic puzzles. He gets a little out of control sometimes and that's when that spontaneous poetry happens. But I, Bill, do the talking and thinking for us all. (Read my poem 'Billigami'. Explains it all.)

[Lisasview]

Good morning Bill from Cold and dark Spain..
I will read your poem Billigami..
L.

[BlackRose]

Wow, 50years ago... this is an excellent, powerful piece with such emotion of feeling that loneliness. We all can relate one way or another, whether now or in the past.

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much.. BlackRose..
I am so glad I kept all my poems from way back when..slowly but surely I will be posting them..
Actually, when I read my own poem it seems quite powerful to me as well..
Lisa, in cold rainy Spain

[lightsong]

You got me read this few times and think Lisa... 50 years ago, must be a teenager by that time? I feel here many things. a hurt, a pain that need to released but it is stuck, I feel depression and loneliness, someone who hides it all to themselves inside these locked door. so Happy You are not there anymore. life teaches us and let us grow.

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
It was early 1970.. so I was about 22 years old.. Luckily, I was never depressed... but I was not happy when I went back home to visit for a day and had an argument with my mother...Luckily it only lasted a very short while...but the Scream poem (which I wrote while I was there) came out of me.. Just a moment in my life..Thank goodness.. As we all know life isn't perfect and we have as they say.. good times and tough times..
As we grow we are able to (hopefully) cope with the tough times in a better way...I am so glad I kept all my poems and journals...
Thank you again for reading my poems..I always appreciate your insight. You are right..the pain I needed to release.. was released in my poem...
Lisa

[Cherrie Palmer]

The endless scream within... very powerful

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much Cherrie for your kind words.
Lisa

[OrangePhoenix]

'My life an empty shell of dreams' that resonates very deeply with me. This is a wonderful peice.

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much for your review.
Lisa

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! powerful write says i! one's childhood can be filled with many things; screams being the most horrific ... rooms of torture (real or imagined no matter) and the whole house can be emptied .. a vortex that sucks your protagonists attempts at life into the gloom .. wow! i love your poem .. so emotive .. universal from intense to beyond it ... me Da use to tell me, in my reckless youth, that we can never go back .. and he was right of course, he always was after all. ;) returning to old haunts just tells us life has moved on ... but this return home was a bad idea says i! her endless screams inside deafening ... thanks for sharing ... this powerful, emotive poem
E.

[Lisasview]

Thank you again for reading my work.
Not sure if you read my note about it?
If not..read moreThank you again for reading my work.
Not sure if you read my note about it?
If not..
I was in my early 20’s when I wrote this.
I have kept all my writings, even from when I was a child.
I decided to submit without changing or correcting anything.
I remember writing it out without doing anything to it...
The words just poured out if me... as they do now.
Lisa

[Einstein Noodle]

yes i did ... sometimes it pays to go back to old poems .. i don't do it .. i get too judgmental with me self ;))))))))))))))))))