The Sorrows Of Silence

BrewNSpew Cafe – Word Of The Week

doldrums – (noun) – a state or period of inactivity, stagnation, or depression. Synonyms – inactive, quiet, slow, slack, sluggish, subdued, inert, flat, dull.

Taiki-chū no chinmoku (The Silence of Waiting)

Each day a new day

the refreshment of new things

don’t always come to pass

some days the doldrums

of the sorrows of silence

take hold once again

as I long for the Presence

to speak the promises I await

but waiting to hear seems

to be my only fate

nature’s seasons are but months

but the soul’s seasons can be years

filled with so many tears

holding on can become a weary task

it is then I must drink from Hope’s flask

to continue on to my future’s promised destiny.

~ * ~

Photo Credit:  LiTRO

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The Longing Ache Of Soul

You Shall Have Homes, N.C. Wyeth (1928)

In the soul where war can rage

Sits a desperate yearning for peace

Peace on this earth and

Peace in God’s houses for…

Hate to turn to love and

Fleeting happiness to turn to

An eternal joy that is strength

For tongues to speak Love’s Wisdom

Instead of darkness that rapes a soul

~ * ~

The longing, the desiring, the aching

For this to be–Is it futile to hope

For the reverence that once was

In days past?  Shall it ever be again?

One can ache, one can long, one can hope

And desire to be the light that shines

Through this controversy…

~ * ~

Yet it will demand a great strength

To love against the majority and stand

For the Way, the Truth, and the Life.

Photo Credit:  Toko-Pa 

Waves Of Aches And Tears

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Waves

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour…light or dark, whatever you choose.

Standing on the shore
listening to the sound of gentle waves
I look out to the misty horizon
and find comfort for my misty soul
filled with grief and longing for
a second chance at loving
an innocent, sweet life gone…

A chance to do better than I did
even though I know the second chance
will never come again, so I cry
the tears of longing knowing that
I have let go just a little bit more…

Hoping the deafening silence
of a sweet life gone will
become more quiet
and the ache in my heart
will anguish a little less
each breath will exhale
a peaceful acceptance
and these opaque eyes
will become translucent
to see life after loss
shine bright once more.

Archaic Ache – Freestyle Poem

The Daily Post – Archaic

Archaic Ache

Archaic is the ache of my heart
for days gone by, days of ole
days before the cell phone got its start

When people walking down the street
would look each other in the eye
and smile into one another’s soul
now people never look up to see
the light of love and beauty
only looking down to see the inanimate object
their hands cling to so desperately

A loss of intimacy that once existed
now a disconnect of the warmth
that is no longer revisited

Archaic tears have now become new
for the loss of closeness we once knew

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