My Screaming Silence

Reads: 120  | Likes: 2  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

More Details
Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
It’s a villanelle, a French verse form of poem, consisting of five three-line stanzas and a final quatrain, with the first and third lines of the first stanza repeating alternately in the following stanza. These two refrain lines from the final couplet in the quatrain.

Submitted: February 19, 2019

A A A | A A A

Submitted: February 19, 2019



My Screaming Silence


Are you solicitous enough to discern the anxious flutters?

Aghast to pass through the death’s door threshold,

The forlorn question confined in my soul’s chamber splutters


The poor soul is too delicate to remonstrate the violence

Left stone-deaf by their callousness they believe I am wordless

And it’s beyond their ken to agnize my screaming silence!


Don’t bide your time to get my earnest implorations

My splendiferous silence can’t be misconstrued as impuissance

For it’s reverberant enough to hush your vociferous accusations


My blackened soul abandoned the kingdom of words so long ago

The unsaid words pierce through my heart but I won’t return

And what is enshrouded in my silence? You don’t deserve to know!


Mayhap you won’t believe in the magical realm of silence

It may at first strike you as a delicate, fresh fallen snowflake

But disguised as a waveless composure it’s a stormy defiance!


Desensitized as a mourning angel she is exceptionally majestic

The queen of unblemished serenity wears the crown of silence reverently

Her fascinating quietude torments you and it’s quite artistic!

If you verily know what my silence insinuates, you’ll handle my words fairly

© Copyright 2019 Nicks The Logophile. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: