Placed in love’s graveyard,
in a vortex of darkened chaos,
a foreigner to kindness
-charred by molten lava
she endures all-without murmur
The tunnel narrows
light at the end
driving out sorrow
Hope?
A silent exit
she sighs
-having tried.
Leaving….
yet again-without murmur
©Vivian Zems
(#Quadrille)
De hosts the Quadrille at dVerse with the theme: “Murmur”.
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February 12, 2018 at 8:13 pm
I love both the sound and the sadness in this:
she sighs
-having tried.
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February 13, 2018 at 2:20 am
Thanks, De 🙂
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February 12, 2018 at 8:25 pm
Sometimes silence speaks so much more than words…
not even a murmur.
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February 13, 2018 at 7:23 am
Always….thanks Björn!
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February 12, 2018 at 8:50 pm
Ooo – the mood of this has such depth!
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February 13, 2018 at 7:22 am
Thanks Jilly 😊
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February 12, 2018 at 9:09 pm
Ooh, that’s a dark one, Viv! Especially the lines:
‘in a vortex of darkened chaos’
and
‘charred by molten lava’.
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February 13, 2018 at 7:21 am
Thanks Kim😊Hope I didn’t bring the mood down!
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February 12, 2018 at 9:17 pm
One would hope she learned to speak her truth and no longer be lost in silent murmur. This one touched my heart.
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February 13, 2018 at 7:19 am
Thanks Beverly 😊
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February 12, 2018 at 9:28 pm
…there is a deep sadness here….a troubled heart…”a foreigner to kindness”
without a murmur she leaves……deeply sad.
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February 13, 2018 at 7:18 am
Loving the feedback😊
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February 12, 2018 at 9:51 pm
You capture the idea of struggle very well.
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February 13, 2018 at 7:18 am
Thanks Jane😊
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February 13, 2018 at 10:04 am
🙂
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February 12, 2018 at 10:32 pm
“A silent exit
she sighs
-having tried.” What else can one do?
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February 12, 2018 at 11:55 pm
I agree! Love the tone and mood of this poem, Vivian 💖
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February 13, 2018 at 7:16 am
Thanks Sanaa!
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February 13, 2018 at 2:00 am
It is complex and sad in the darkness there. I like how the light at the end of the tunnel is almost too far to reach. We are compelled to empathize with her loss of love
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February 13, 2018 at 7:14 am
Thanks Walter!
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February 13, 2018 at 2:08 am
The silence suggests hope may have to be patient.
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February 13, 2018 at 7:14 am
Indeed😊
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February 13, 2018 at 7:02 am
powerful opening lines and then the gentle and somehow melancholic ending! superb!
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February 13, 2018 at 7:13 am
Thank you😊.Glad you liked it.
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February 14, 2018 at 5:22 am
You’re welcome!
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February 13, 2018 at 3:00 pm
That she is without voice -without murmur even- is a unique take on the prompt, the opposite of what most I’ve read so far have taken. This is a heavy poem as even hope has a question mark and ends without murmur. Very nice!
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February 13, 2018 at 6:12 pm
Thank you!😊
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February 13, 2018 at 6:17 pm
Silence is not always Golden!
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February 13, 2018 at 7:09 pm
I hear you.
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February 13, 2018 at 11:28 pm
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
Beautiful and haunting, Vivian! With such pathos! Wonderful! 🙂
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February 14, 2018 at 7:32 am
Thanks Frank!😊
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February 14, 2018 at 1:48 am
Beautiful and haunting, Vivian! With such pathos! Wonderful! 🙂
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February 14, 2018 at 7:29 am
Thank you!😊
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February 14, 2018 at 12:20 pm
Sad, but beautifully expressed, Vivian. I’m probably influenced by the work I’ve been doing, but I hope she escapes this place that she has endured without murmur–that she does find that glimmer of hope.
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February 14, 2018 at 12:58 pm
Thanks, I’m glad it resonated with you 🙂
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