Tuesday, October 18, 2016



By Priya Patel

"Silence" is a lovely little poem from poet Priya Patel, the pretty lady in the picture.

Priya, when not writing poetry which touches the heart and spirit of the reader, is a Hotel General Manager In the Odessa/Midland, Texas area, and a Content Writer for Websrefresh.

In her poem, "Silence", Priya does a great job of showing how close people can be to one another without the need of learning details or having to teach anyone about themselves. Here are two people who may, or may not be, in love, but, they understand each other through the unspoken communication of their shared souls.

I find this poem evokes in me the feelings I have felt when in a relationship with someone who just seemed to "fit". She also reproduces the physical reactions and sensations which can go along with such closeness.

Well done, Priya.


Silent is the night

I have learned all of you
just in the silence between us;
like the heavily veiled hurt and pain
silent to the world, yet fearfully loud
like a lost child in the night
I have learned the tones and textures
of your every emotion
and the soft tastes of sorrow and joy;
all in the silence between us
and the loudest part of all this silence
is knowing that I am the only one
that can hear you

© Priya Patel, 10/18/16

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Friday, October 07, 2016


New Poem: We Cannot Find The Singer

By Donovan Baldwin

"We cannot find the singer.
We've searched and all agree.
He's gone, his cloak on river bank
His lyre beside a tree."

One by one they nodded, said,
"His recent songs were sad,
But once they kept us dancing,
Full of life, so warm and glad."

They never knew the sorrow,
That the singer bore within,
The sad dreams that beset him,
Not betrayed by happy grin.

Year by year the darkness grew
His Muse dimmed and went away,
Light and color faded slowly
Til he only saw in gray.

Still he sang for other's gladness,
As his happiness grew dim,
Hastened by the knowledge,
That no one sang for him.

Then came the day the singer
No longer could be found,
Just his lyre beside a tree,
His coat upon the ground.

If you enjoy a singer's song,
Accept it and be glad.
Just remember that the singer's heart,
Might within be foul and bad.

One thing that may give happiness,
To a soul that's growing dim,
Is knowing that somewhere someone,
May sing a song for him.

Copyright Donovan A. Baldwin, Jr 10/7/2016

Find more poems and articles by this author at Ravensong.mysite.com

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