Muted Music

Through the muted music

That only silence makes

I watch her sitting there

Amongst the aching rubble

 

I see too plainly a love song

Recently sung.

A love buried deeply amongst

Passion’s embers

Now buried in snow

 

Her hands clasped

she thrusts them upwards

but no one hears her cry

just that dreadful muted music

that only silence makes

Reviews

[Just Kim]

such an emotional read, I like this, well expressed and written

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pauline, I have just seen in my newspaper this morning a picture of a six year old boy in Ukraine standing next to his mother's makeshift grave. Such a haunting image, it will stay with me. So much suffering and your three stanzas touch me in the same way. Devastating days for the brave people of Ukraine. Hope you are well dear friend. Sad that VN has gone for good now. Quite a few of the poets are on Facebook.

Chris

[Pauline]

It's just too sad Chris isn't it? I have my own thoughts on what needs to be done and no doubt, others would be of the same opinion.
Yes, I'm doing ok Chris and hope that you are too. William emailed me and sent a few photos and Richard poem-mailed me on VN. I don't use FB so not in touch with any of the others.
As always, take care Chris.

Pauline.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I cannot, but think of those poor children being slain in Ukraine....
this paints such a devastating picture of it.
the embers buried in snow...the silent music of the dead.

Beautifully haunting poem, Pauline,
j.

[Pauline]

Many thanks J. One can't help but think and write about these circumstances that affect the whole world. (I hope his comeuppance comes soon.)

[Gee]

Could not begin to imagine the fear that must be felt as destruction is rained down with terrifying noise on building after building, and then the silence of death.
Unbelievable this is happening.
You paint a sad, desperate image.

[Pauline]

I know. If we can sit and watch the news and shudder at the images, how must they be feeling.
Thanks for the comment:)