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Silence
Great souls suffer in silence. I was certain that this was the reason behind our curse. Only despair and memories could fill the void of the absolute quiet. Such stillness offered anything but peace. Here, remembering became suffering. And it was through this wicked form of perversion that we continued to exist. Shrouded in darkness, we lived in the absence of light. Unable to forget; the agony of our souls haunted our senses. Yet we waited, waited with beating heart...
Published 4th Jan 2017
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5th Jan 2017 7:19am
Another fantastic piece, Helena.
The silence speaks loudly to those who listen...
The silence speaks loudly to those who listen...
5th Jan 2017 9:13am
;) Music is not in the notes, but in the silence between...as Mozart said...I always found this a beautiful way of putting it
Thank you for the lovely comment!
Thank you for the lovely comment!
5th Jan 2017 7:23am
It is so refreshing when I see a different kind of poet/ writer.
Another great piece. Keep up the good work 🤗
Another great piece. Keep up the good work 🤗
5th Jan 2017 9:17am
Thanks for that Devilschild, it means a lot to me. I've always felt different and have been aware that many consider me atypical, anything but conventional. Strange even. But, beauty is strange... ;)
5th Jan 2017 10:11am
I always felt strange is special. It's so easy to just hide your true self. Especially since people don't always accept different. It's nice to see someone be themselves.
Oh yes, it's very beautiful 🤗
Oh yes, it's very beautiful 🤗
5th Jan 2017 3:23pm
What I love about this excerpt is that despite the pain of memory and despair of present circumstance, the heart still beats in hope for the next minute. What was the monologue in Cast Away?
"So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am. I'm back. In Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass... And I've lost her all over again. I'm so sad that I don't have Kelly. But I'm so grateful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring."
This excerpt has that same undertone of uncertainty in what could happen being stronger than deciding what wouldn't and giving up. This strategy keeps the reader alert and in an inconclusive state as to which direction the plot is going to turn.
Excellent, Helena!
"So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am. I'm back. In Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass... And I've lost her all over again. I'm so sad that I don't have Kelly. But I'm so grateful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring."
This excerpt has that same undertone of uncertainty in what could happen being stronger than deciding what wouldn't and giving up. This strategy keeps the reader alert and in an inconclusive state as to which direction the plot is going to turn.
Excellent, Helena!
5th Jan 2017 4:29pm
You read me like an open book Ahavati ;) hehe
Totally and I just love being unpredictable... I'm actually happy about how these pieces are turning though I will re-polish them before they go to print.
Thanks for that wonderful contribution and for spotting that :)
Big hugs your way, have an excellent day!
Totally and I just love being unpredictable... I'm actually happy about how these pieces are turning though I will re-polish them before they go to print.
Thanks for that wonderful contribution and for spotting that :)
Big hugs your way, have an excellent day!
