timmy's poetry - 16. Unwary

After reading the comments, I now understand more of the meaning of those verses.  And I make a solemn promise to myself, never subject another person to the silent treatment (unless they are monsters themselves) ...  I haven't realised how cruel it could be ...

To be honest, I don't know what to say a lot of times. This is one of those. Those feelings totally resonate with me. I hope these will do a good job of expressing what I feel

4 hours ago, hohochan657 said:

After reading the comments, I now understand more of the meaning of those verses.  And I make a solemn promise to myself, never subject another person to the silent treatment (unless they are monsters themselves) ...  I haven't realised how cruel it could be ...

Yeah it can hurt. I've never been good at being silent. Sometimes trying to be is good, you can learn a lot about yourself. But to resolve problems. ..talking not silence is the key. Thanks hoho!

4 hours ago, Victor Gutte said:

To be honest, I don't know what to say a lot of times. This is one of those. Those feelings totally resonate with me. I hope these will do a good job of expressing what I feel

Sometimes with poetry you need to let it soak in. You won't always have an immediate reaction you can put into words, at least I don't.  Often have to read several times and 'let it perk' before I can. Some are immediate, so don't be afraid to take your time. Thanks for reading and your comments. 

22 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

 

@mayday.. do you not see it?  because i did.. clear as day ... i took your words... made only a few changes:

 

 

so far away that I cannot offer support or shoulder

 your hurt is one my thoughts cannot imagine.

 Feelings diminish vast distances to nothing,

 the Atlantic wanes into a small stream

that might be crossed in one leap.

The final sentence has left me reeling.

I know how much silence can hurt us

it drives our loneliness home,

and leaves us with only ourselves  

nothing between me and the void that life is - can be

you make me blush, my friend, your words called forth mine but I did not see it - your few changes have made me listen to my own words in a different way - thank you for such encouragement - totally unlooked for, too - your poem has become a bag of seeds 

13 hours ago, mayday said:

you make me blush, my friend, your words called forth mine but I did not see it - your few changes have made me listen to my own words in a different way - thank you for such encouragement - totally unlooked for, too - your poem has become a bag of seeds 

 you have great turn of phrase, ..your poem has become a bag of seeds .. how beautiful that is ... you should let yourself write. On paper or on Word and see what you can do ... when i wrote spectors.. it didn't start as a poem .. that night i knew i was sliding and i wrote it, but it wasn't quite like what i posted.  sometimes it's best to leave things, which is why i save a lot things that may never see the light of day again, yet if they are there, they may.  and removing words is often needed to make what you say more powerful.   don't be afraid to contact me if you have questions...

"Silence is crueler than the slap" so many truths in this alone