Disturbed – Mandibelle16

Writing Prompt: Poem — Quadrille — “Silver Violinist” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse

Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this writing prompt to choose a title to write a poem or story about. I chose the title The Silver Violin. I’m combining prompts with a #dVerse prompt on a topic of our choice. Thanks to Bodhirose for hosting open link night.

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Haunting music,

Tunes unearthly sweet.

He’ll wring emotion,

Notes disturbed.

Depressing songs blur;

His heart aches, yearns.

She left him lost,

She left him first.

Each night at Luna’s height,

He plays those notes,

Draining his being.

Souls quiver knowing —

Ballads the silver violinist,

Plays, plucking sorrow,

Into sunrise,

A final despairing note.

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Poem: Alouette – “The Past Dying”

womanmulticolourface — Credit: Tory K Webb

To you who chips at

My heart who just sat,

With your friends drinking coffee,

Not paying notice,

I guess I’m not quote:

‘A girl who cares you’re lofty.’

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I’m not a step near,

For you to but snear.

My presence unwanted your,

Affect forever,

Something severed.

Piece of me died you deploring.

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Not all experiences,

Are helpful; hence,

They’re moments disregarding,

All I’ve learned,

Thoughts which make me squirm,

My insides, wretched, I’m left scarred.

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You don’t feel so wrong,

Moving to your own song.

Admitting it was about looks,

How attractive you were,

I the ‘disturbed‘ girl.

Went home; didn’t return took –

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Other roads, castles —

Of sand, no hassle.

I’ve nothing from you I want.

You’re but old history,

Learning experience stripped.

Walking my paths, undaunted.

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You’ve gone, gone gone; I’m —

Just swell; days ‘neath time,

Never fully heal, but let —

Old days die in past,

Wither at a glance.

Survivor, blessed delighter.

*****

Music Friday Prompt: Poetry – Free Verse – “Silence Is A Sound.”

Thanks for the music post from Mind Loves Misery’s Menagerie. The prompt song is “Sound of Silence” by Simon and Garnfunkel. Most recently, it is noted, the band Disturbed, did a wicked version of this classic.

Also thanks to The Daily Post for the prompt words Muse, Profound, and Elusive.

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Hello darkness you’re my muse;

A have profound “visions” in my mind,

They’re haunting me again.

Such elusive beings, wisps of vapour transforming;

I’m not sure anyone will understand,

But I strum my guitar and I hum the tune,

A melody to haunt profoundly through the decades.

Darkness, friend or foe?

Who would know silence has a sound?

What is the sound of silence, no one ever knows?

If darkness is the place I most hide,

Where the “seeds” of this “vision” keep;

Than why do I wander “streets“with “lamps . . . stabbing,”

My eyes in the cold empty street?

How does that light touch the silence elusive,

Silent isn’t a concrete thing.

It’s not physical, so how do lights hurt silence?

How do you not notice all those “people“(thousands),

And hear their voices while they stay silent?

How do you know what they are “hearing?”

Only they know if they’re “listening;”

And the “songs“they sing in silence –silence would mean,

You couldn’t hear anything sung,

Or know the “song“they theoretically, could sing.

And if no one dares “speak,” somehow I think,

The silence still eludes them.

And if you say silence is a “cancer grow[ing];”

I’ll tell you what peace I find in it,

When “fools” they do not “speak;”

But you ring your voice, it echoes,

And you know, no one with silence is disturbed,

So your voiceless voice like “raindrops falling,”

Is silence never heard.

Can silence be heard or unheard?

A paradox, perhaps?

Are you sheep to the slaughter to this “neon god;”

And what “neon sign flashed” in “warning?”

If the “sign“was a god what did it warn,

That you were all sheep being led astray?

And who is this “prophet?”

They’re so many to speak, Elijah or Danial?

The Islamic Mohammed?

And “tenement halls” which from came “whispers,”

They’re overcrowded apartment buildings.

Apartments with small rooms, where people —

Are stuffed, having no personal space.

Even here, is there no silence which has sound?

Wouldn’t it be a dirty place, no room to move,

To breathe, to live, — to find peace?

Yet the words of said “prophet” are,

On the “subway” walls.

Means I think, the writings on the wall?

Or referring to people stuffed into trains,

And metros as cattle too?

I think in the thunderous silence,

Everyone is missing what’s coming;

And no one knows the truth or breaks the silence.

Yet a few “whispers” I detect,

Elusive for their sound;

And silence rings and breaks sound barriers,

A sound which is never heard.

But you dear listener, hear the sound profoundly clear;

And wonder yet, how silence is a sound?

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“Sound of Silence” – Disturbed

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What I’m Listening To

Something a little different. Here are some songs I am listening to on my phone right now. Some old good ones and some that are newer. But all different genres. If you can`t see the videos from YouTube please click on my blog title and go into my blog to see the music videos.

1.Sound of Silence: Disturbed