"of Silences"
...for Tobani / Nataiella
Beyond the flicker of half-lit screens—
where your valued verses thread through darkness,
I trace each tremour of solitude,
charting your battlegrounds in midnight constellations.
In the hush where voices mount their nightly siege,
I hear your rhymes like distant lighthouses—
casting hope across the swell of shared despair,
guiding old souls back into harbour.
Your voice, a cadence of sorrow and stubborn peace,
unfolds its ritual in rhyme’s steady heartbeat,
weaving forgiveness into the ragged edges
of every bruise memory ever left behind.
So here’s a stubby torch for our analogue dusk:
a beacon against the void of silent rooms,
where paper’s echo meets pixel’s glow,
and mateship becomes the compass of our verse.
To Tobani / Nataiella, whose Poetic Licence frees the caged,
may our maps of grief and grace
sketch new courses through the black night—
where every silent voice finds its welcome.
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A cosmic symphony echoes of tribute to which I add my applause and with enthusiasm call bis and encore. A lovely write my friend that has all the peace and serenity of Beethoven's 6th and the majesty of his 9th with the somber tone of Mozart's Lacrimosa and hope of Wagner's Pilgrim's chorus from Tannhauser.
Oh yes, the music works superbly! Thank you, Soren🕊️🙏
The depth of your poetic insight needs no further commentary from me. Your tribute/ plea to Tobani noted and very much endorsed.
Many thanks, Dave. It will take a while to roll out poems for everyone, but I will continue to persevere. 🕊️🙏
Git orf... stay away from me!
haha... not to worry, I have no compunction to outrightly embarrass anyone 🤣👊
Good write A. My 'Silent Poem' begins................... Ain't no words in it! lol..
Lotsa speed bumps, though 🤣
Arqios, this tribute carries both weight and light. You frame silence not as an end, but as space where Tobani’s rhymes remain...lighthouses still casting across shared despair. The imagery of bruised memory, forgiveness, and mateship as compass makes this feel like a map of grief and grace itself. It’s tender, steadfast, and deeply honoring of our friend. Beautifully done! I must say, I really do miss him and hope he will return one day. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Same here, man. 🕊️🙏🏻
Beautiful profound words Rik.
Andy
Thanks Andy🕊️🙏🏻
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