Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Silent


Hesitations,
confrontations,
conversations.
Crumbs leftover from yesterday
fear induced.
I am sliced paper thin
by questions and self doubt.
Hesitations,
conversations,
truth,
words dancing on the page.
Complications,
hesitations,
thoughts percolating,
truth illuminating the way.
Silent,
suffocating,
drowning,
casting shadows and
darkness.
If I recall our story
with truth and beauty,
unveil it with clarity and charity
will you let me
raise my chest into the air
let the steam and fire rise,
and let me spin my words
saturate life
breathe secrets into the universe
or will you silence me?

49 comments:

  1. Let the steam and fire rise! Those words need speaking.

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  2. Please do. Nothing so beautiful as breath and fire should be silenced.

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  3. Speak your truth never "alternative facts"


    Much love...

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  4. Let the fire roar as away the words soar

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  5. This is beautiful Ayala. Love its progression. I wish no free spirit would ever be silenced.

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  6. Ayala, this is a different style for you, I think; and I really like it. It feels like you have really looked into yourself in this poem. But, one thing for sure, never ever allow yourself to be silenced!

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  7. May you always be able to spin your words. You have a voice that wants and needs to be heard.

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  8. After all that? Who could ever silence YOU!
    Exciting write.
    ZQ

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  9. I am sliced paper thin
    by questions and self doubt....strong line, nicely done!

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  10. What a lovely way with words! "Crumbs left over from yesterday" ... "thoughts percolating" ... I enjoyed the read!

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  11. An inspiring poem to encourage to speak up and not be silenced. Powerful :)

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  12. Sing out. Sing out. So we can gain inspiration in your beauty.

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  13. and let me spin my words
    saturate life
    breathe secrets into the universe

    Please do, yes! There is nothing lost when one registers gratitude in the kind hands of Providence assisting us!

    Hank

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  14. Love this, Ayala. There is a mystery in this poem that is captivating.

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  15. A wonderfully rendered impactful piece which (I agree with Rudri) has an element of mystery to it.

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  16. I like how the photo adds some intrigue. Makes me wonder if this is an abused woman or child. But regardless I hope the truth gets expressed.

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  17. How did I miss this wonderful composition? Good thing you visited me.

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  18. What a great way to express all the negativity that can derail us. You use repetition in this so effectively.

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  19. There is a fear that one will be silenced, or ignored, but one might as well speak. I liked the use of those one word lines building up to the conclusion.

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  20. Builds up nicely..vivid image of being sliced paper thin by self doubt...

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  21. Ay, ay, ay, that sounds painfully familiar - that fear of not being taken seriously or even heard... but also the self-doubts, that place of darkness... wonderfully well described.

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