Eremita
Eremita
Sometimes,
the whistling desire to soothe
Sometimes,
the mumbling acquires the truth
where the dispersion unleashes the tell-tale
where the stillness unease the mellifluous dale
where devotion nods off, where heart pokes away
yet, the solidarity steps in searching the sun’s ray
Yes,
Gradually, it becomes, blueness into greyness
from where the lips cup, the heart grains up
Seems, all of a sudden, yet not, but a long way to interpret
She, familiar with the quietness she, disappears in the liveness
Ella's longing silence, Mavin’s belonging rightness
Where the rivers detach, where the springs unlatch
Yelling rings, re-belling the wings, yet the eyes sing
the melody of nightingale, the tell-tale of untouched veil.
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Ronstoppable98
This poem really does delve deep into the feelings of isolation while simultaneously desiring closeness but not being able to obtain it as a result of isolation. I really like the emotional appeal behind this. Keep at it and don't stop. We need more voices like yours to delve deep into the themes of the darkness within one's soul.
P.S. If you don't mind me asking, what inspired you to write a poem like this? I want to know so that I could understand what it's like from the lense of your perspective.