lavinialeyna@Deviant Art
There are blue days
That do not lend to sorrow
But pass as ships
From harbor to harbor
Acquiescing to each arrest
With an unsinkable dignity.
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In the finest hours
There lurks a heart
That will not be tamed
By lavish words of praise.
In the cruelest moments
There breathes a conscious
That will not be tailored
By external cowardice.
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There are days of silence
That do not invoke mourning
And without which all music
Would seem as noise.
Such days though sober
Are not ordinarily grim.
Such days keep one’s memories
From confiscating, too long,
The present which comes
Only once no matter
How vivid its retelling.
For
mindlovemisery 
a poem very interesting. Loa days of silence are necessary, but not very recurrently!
Not too many one would go nuts lol
I like your words. I find days of silence are necessary to recoup, but not too many of them!
Exactly Sue =)
I love days of silence.
Me too Mary
I enjoyed your weaving of blue and serenity into your poem without classification or push.
Thanks so much!
I love the feel of this one. Also, it’s odd when I read these blogs after I’ve already posted mine and realise there’s a serendipitous thread connecting them. Second one today that evokes the feeling of/mentions silence….(well, in addition to mine) Rad!
I know exactly what you mean!
As always Yves you create a unique take at this image. I love how you have infused the image with such introspection.
Thank you Michael it was an intriguing image to contemplate
silence can be our greatest friend…and our most vicious enemy….
Absolutely Brian
Poetic truths. I did not get to this particular prompt…yet.
But I can empathize with every word you have written.
(So now I’ve found your place, saved it and will be able to find it again!)
I look forward to it, if you write something =) Thanks so much!