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Eloquent

21 Aug

She listens.

I know she does not believe me.

Her eyes are an ocean of blue-grey sorrow.  She watches me flounder in the waves.   I am lost in her chilly sea. She will not throw me the lifebelt of a word.  Her disbelief is fathomless.

Everything I say now will taste of salt.

Her silence is eloquent

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Photograph stolen from Yunie666

 
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Posted by on August 21, 2012 in Still Life, Wears my ring

 

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14 responses to “Eloquent

  1. mysticalkitty

    August 21, 2012 at 9:56 am

    There is no heavier silence than the disbeliever’s one. And so deafening too…

    Like skin requiring a full week of shedding to cleanse all the stains, so is a soul in need for time to refresh its blow

    Patience my friend. And silence too. Yours. Till you do not come to terms to your own burden no one else will…

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    • Romantic Dominant

      August 21, 2012 at 11:23 am

      It is so

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      • mysticalkitty

        August 21, 2012 at 11:24 am

        Been there…

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      • D

        August 21, 2012 at 12:45 pm

        Really?

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        • Romantic Dominant

          August 21, 2012 at 4:27 pm

          Smiles

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          • mlbk7

            August 21, 2012 at 5:47 pm

            Just Beautiful… “The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.” ~ Kate Chopin (The Awakening)

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            • Romantic Dominant

              August 21, 2012 at 6:00 pm

              Thank you – and for the lovely quote

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  2. Theo Black

    August 21, 2012 at 11:32 am

    This is so strong, and so true of human nature. Of course I can’t tell if it is true of what’s in her head.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      August 21, 2012 at 5:18 pm

      Unfortunately I cannot either

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  3. mysticalkitty

    August 21, 2012 at 2:28 pm

    The mind is a complicated crowd where even the tiniest breeze can turn into a hurricane. And when the mind is fueled by a broken promise you have to be ready for a rain of bitterness. No way you can stop the pouring. You can only stand bravely, motionless, mindless, emotionless and let yourself awash by the torrent of unspoken thoughts, daggers ripping through your skin.

    Open yourself to the pain, welcome it, absorb it. Ultimately feel reborn.

    A woman’s memory is thousands folds of stories and re-stories enveloped in foils over foils of resilience, reluctant to let go. As much as you push she’d push back harder. You will turn into a tightly coiled spring while her silence will grow over you at humongous proportions.

    Let go. Liquefy yourself and just pour at her feet. Silently. Do not ask. Do not give. Just be…

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  4. mysticalkitty

    August 21, 2012 at 5:32 pm

    A woman’s mind is a crowd where even the softest breeze can turn into a hurricane. More so when a broken promise casts its shadow…It swells up in bitter rain and pours over in torrents of silence.

    The more you try to wipe the tears the more she’ll recoil in a tense vibration. And any word of you, even unspoken, will fall with like a thunder deafening the darkness of the seas.

    Stand still.

    Thoughts are waves that alter the silence. Quiet your mind and let it absorb her waves. Let yourself awash by her sorrow. Let her pain inside you. Welcome it. Cherish it….

    Let her find you…The One

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    • Romantic Dominant

      August 21, 2012 at 6:00 pm

      I hope you are right

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  5. tarajswillneffo

    September 19, 2012 at 3:04 pm

    Reblogged this on Tara Willneff Journal.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      September 25, 2012 at 7:18 pm

      Thank you for reblagging. An honour

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