Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Autumn always brings memories of you. I see your eyes in the bright turquoise sky, and I hear your cadence in the birdsong outside my window. I watched a video of you singing, and I wondered, why did you silence your voice? Did you believe there was no other way?
autumn leaves decay
rain still falls, sadness remains
as mourning doves coo
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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This is so sad. I suppose the answer to the second question has to be, yes.
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Thank you Jane. Yes, I suppose so as well.
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precise and compassionate insight
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Yes. Thank you.
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Some sorts of sorrow is exactly like this… grey as the fall…
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Yes, it is. Thank you Bjorn.
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This was lovely. Again, loved your opening.
And who are they cooing at?
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Why, at me of course. Thank you so much Drew.
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LOL
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I knew you would smile!
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So lovely, so sad. I too wonder why people feel the need to silence their voices. Thank you for posting to my prompt.
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My pleasure Toni. Thank you for such a thoughtful prompt.
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How enigmatic and sad, “…why did you silence your voice? Did you believe there was no other way?”
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Thank you so much for your kind thoughts.
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Mourning is electra–the onerous gray/grey dark underbellies of winter clouds does conjure death dirges; yet like the bruins, we can hibernate our depression and concentrate on April and the Spring verdantness.
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Yes, we certainly can. Thank you Glenn.
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Tugs the heartstrings!
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Yes, thank you.
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I have lost two friends to suicide …. I ask the same question and will as long as I am alive.
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Yes. Thank you.
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Sad, and yet, beautiful written. Find myself, thinking of love ones, who have moved on and left us behind, like parents and grandparents. Also, for myself, the start of SAD (Seasonal Adjustment Disorder) season and the use of light boxes, until the coming springtime.
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That must be tough. Thank you.
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Very nice Linda! Some questions are never answered. Great photo!
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your haiku is amazing Linda, shows me that time passes but some things will not change, and it is quite alright for it stay locked in that frame.
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Thank you Gina.
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This is so sad and this poem successfully embraces the reader in its melancholy Autumn memory. Just lovely, Linda.
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Thank you Jade.
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Oh, I was lilting along drifting through your words, and then… so sad. A beautifully bittersweet piece Linda…
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Thank you Rob.
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This is moving with just a few details. In fact more moving because it pulls us in and makes us wonder about the story. A bit like Simic’s “Carrying On Like a Crow” in that regard.
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Thank you for the kind words.
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It is sad when someone silences their voice. Linda, not sure if you got my email….might you e me at wildwomantwo@gmail.com? I have a question……..thanks, kiddo.
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Just sent you an email- let me know if you didn’t receive it.:-)
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How beautifully and delicately done. (The turquoise sky pierced my heart – the person I wrote of for this prompt, who also chose to leave, had eyes that colour too.)
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Thank you so much.
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Sadness of that silence reverberates with the mourning doves.
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Thank you Grace.
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Beautiful. Sad.
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Thank you Charley.
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Heartbreaking. You have truly captured the feeling of loss, surrounded by life that moves on….like the sweet dove cooing.
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Thank you Mish. Yes, life moves on.
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If only they knew they were hurting others when they chose suicide. But they think they are doing everyone a favor – and they have that moment where they “act” upon it. heartwrenching – this poem does a great job as it doesn’t spell it out – it leads us there gently with emotion. well done.
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Thank you. You are so right.
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Many of us have been close to that act, the way out can seem so opaque that the thought of the effect on others sometimes cannot even penetrate. I was blessed to have that thought break through just in time at the point in the past where I was seconds away, it saved me. Failing at suicide has not solved the problems or removed the hurts that I still cause even though I am still here, but at least we have a chance to engage, and to feel the Autumn winds. This is a lovely poem Linda, and Margaret your comment is relevant. We all need to live, for each other, as best we can, even though sometimes we suck at it, all we can do is our best. I choose to feel those who are fallen were also doing their best, the tolerances between respite and completion are so often inextricably narrow.
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Thank you for your thoughts. May you be blessed.
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Thank you Linda
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Sending questions into the past is a way to remember.
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Yes, it is. Wise words Frank.
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“No other way” is a hard decision for most but surprisingly many have considered it. Been there, the finality is alluring when the thinking is that this _____ will never end.
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Yes. Thank you for your thoughtful words.
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This delivers on the prompt so perfectly. i think we can all relate to the emotions and unanswered questions.
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Thank you so much Kerry.
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This is so foreboding. Why IS that voice silenced?
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Yes, exactly. Thank you.
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a perfectly poignant response with all its associations and the overriding question
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Thank you kindly Laura.
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Such beautiful and poignant poetry.Loved it Linda.
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Thank you Megha.
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What great nostalgia you have developed in your haibun, it is an incredibly beautiful write.
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Thank you kindly. So humbled by your words.
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Poignant! It is so sad when someone silences their voice. You captured the moment and the sadness.
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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