White Fragility of Silence

I had no idea you were sick, although I did wonder where you had gone. I am glad to hear that you seem better. This poem has your usual intelligent blend of starkness, and Ozric Tentacle like subtelty. Again, much relieved to hear you're ok. Mark W. "our hope is in the living God, who is the Savior of all people and particularly of all believers." 1 Timothy 4:10

the emotions in this piece are stark and raw. I can feel your pain and your angst. I do hope that the writing of this piece helps you to become whole again, like my "Hurt" series helped me. Hugs, ~Nina

very sorry to hear that you haven't been well. wish you a speedy recovery - may those ebony tears only be shed in your poems - such beautiful lines. yours nokros

although I was aware of your recent hospital stay, I wasn't aware of the reasons... much love to you and your deepened heart, and I hope you never have to feel the white silence again... thank you for sharing your extreme light with us here, you are a gift to the world and for us... I am humbled by your every write! and you ask why I would want to borrow your pen... Haaaa! Richard

Kata Welcome back to your family here my dear friend. I am glad things have gone well and wish you a full recovery This is simply beautiful - sensitive - gentle Poem Thank your for sharing Electric blue

So 'sjoer' so delicate, so ebony and alabaster, powerful and helpless, like the wing of the butterfly, so sensitive to touch, as they loose their colour when we do touch them, so exotically coloured and grief-stricken, it all is this poem, I have sent things to you, for you, to be with you in your difficulties and this poem expresses your feelings so well. as powerful as the dying swan. But you have hope and the strength of your partner and colleagues with you as you know, and if any can help surely it is a group of peots who understand the feelings and the hopes you have and wish you well again and flourishing your pen in happier poems too. Love from Ann of Norway.

My sweet proprietress, that just goes to show how powerful this write is! I have read it again and still not found any flaws. Love, ~Nina

this is a poem i greatly understand the language the feeling the stark effeciency happy you are returned here

I am gald this got to be in the spotlight, it is very powerful & evocative, conjuring such a sense of internal discomfort... I felt really moved by it. I enjoyed your writing very much Kata Anni I wish to walk gracefully..... so as not to spill water.

shock, pain, betrayal, fear...hope. To me you have done a marvelous job in portraying your emotions. I was caught up in the descriptions. I loved your opening stanza especially. (well.. i loved it all.) The title brings to mind, for me...almost a numbness of senses and disbelief. It fits perfectly! Truly i am glad you are better. my prayers are with you! Tonya

your silence screams to me.

can i just say that is with an eerie feeling that i tell you how well i know your pain...i am so sorry for what you have been through but my love i promise you that if you have come out on the other side and still are standing...then you are golden and i call you brave and wonderful! I hope that this pain will leave you be...we are so similar in the oddest of ways... all my love dear, <3 Emarie @~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@ 'My prayer is a rapture in blue' - The Ink Spots 'My Prayer' 1939

Appalled to discover that you had cancer. Relieved beyond measure that you have survived it. This was a strange little piece to me because I had to keep asking myself why it felt so familiar to me, as I read it over and again. It was only when I read the final word, and started reading the comments that I realized why its familiar: it IS a hospital stay, and all the attendant fear and doubt and loneliness and pain and anger and sadness... Very powerful, very beautiful, my friend Respectfully Jim P.S. Concerning down-rating: the only time one should take notice of pond-scum is when sweeping it aside to see clearly into the depth of treasures that it conceals :) "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

Proprietress, I felt the pain. So sorry to know about your condition, but I love the way you are expressing your feelings and that tells me that you are a brave girl. You portrayed your feelings so very well. My prayers are with you. Hope you will always bless our souls with your great poems. Best Wishes, Wafi

I am so glad you are recovering from your illness. I loved the poem. I work an oncology floor at a large hospital here in Texas, and although I am aware of the fear my patients must feel, I must remember it. Congratulations on the spotlight

Highlights for me: “why cry those ebony tears?” (I remain clawless) “why choke on that alabaster sigh?” Painfully beautiful, I am so sorry you have suffered, but so glad you brought this back with you...my love and best wishes on your continued recovery

Congrats on the successful surgery, and spotlight. Here's hoping for a speedy recovery, friend! ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"Three things that take forever to get here: birthday, Christmas, and the pizza delivery boy." - Garfield the Cat

Some of the most painful things in our lives bring out the most powerful writes, and you have acomplished this~ congratulations,on a very well deserved spotlight and my thoughts are with you for a healthy recovery! ______________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous

Beautiful and very heartfelt write. I am also a cancer survivor and have felt the anguish that you speak of in your poem physically, spiritually and emotionally. It takes a lot of courage to face a cancer diagnosis...but I can see that you have been comforted by your poetry and by the wonderful people here at Neopoet. Keep the faith. My prayers are with you. Sincerely~ Debbie

...Crimson..., I read this when you put it up. I love it. I didn't comment, and I never 'grade' poems. At the start, I thought you had a moth come to you just as you began a review of your past in old b/w photos. You could hear the whispers breaking the silence of the pictures. Then the scalding, the mirroring, and the falling. All deep involvment. You cry dark tears waiting for time and reason,and then my favorite line... you see that it's not all about you.."WE HAVE ALL BEEN BETRAYED". But you are cool, you remain 'clawless', and gaze at the evidence of the problem, the saving, and the profound learning. It's a beautiful thing. wcw

Very touching and yet, I understand so much of it. I lost my mother because she was diagnosed too late. She was in her seventies and the doctor she was going to treated her like she was a hypochondriac. By the time I could get her to see my doctor it was way too late. It had spread to the lymph nodes and was all over. I am very happy to hear that you have survived. For what it is worth, My prayers go out for you. For the record, you seem to be a survivor. I have survived two heart attacks, have 4 stints, cut off my toes on my right foot, have R.A. And Gout. I have survived hunger, mugging and numerous other crisis and I tip my hat to you. Hang in there! Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water." "A Democracy can handle anything but Democrats." Robert A. Heinlein

What an awesome write -beautiful imagery - overflowing with emotions. Glad to know you recovered from your operation. May you remain in good health. We have to see many many enchanting poems flowing from your pen. -Mohammad

You captured the fear & the helplessless perfectly (that's what I got from 'clawless'). Hospitals have a way of dehumanising people - I work a lot with nurses & know they often distance themselves from patients emotionally through necessity, but as Linda says, I think it does everyone in that setting good to be reminded that 'patient x' has a name & fears. Actually listening & calming helps people going into terrifying situations - on Friday I went for an MRI and thank god for the kindness of the technician who talked me through it and made sure I was comfortable. Such small kindness goes a long way... Enough babbling :) Just glad to hear you made it out the other side. Jo

Much love and continued health: you have an astoundingly beautiful ability to give wings and colour to your feelings... ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho

just now. I second Anni when she says: "We know your worth.. & your work is really worthy.. for what you put in & how you affect us via your skill… not for reasons of dubious emotive response… Just keep writing & posting… It’s good stuff." This particular piece is "good stuff." And authentic. Moving. Insightful. And ... and ... and ... Chuck

im a new user i found your poem bringing to me emotions i have never felt within my own true being. It was amazing Im sorry to hear you were sick and i wish you a fast recovery. i know of the white silence myself and how disturbing it can be. the best of luck to you

I have always admired your poetry. It's about time I said so. I am sorry to hear of your illness and glad to hear you're on the road to recovery. I especially love the first verse. I guess that is when you went under anesthetic; but it speaks to me on an eternal or timeless level. 'a grotesque dance of fragility' is packed with meaning. I find poetry to be an outlet to dark emotions also. Be well. Yours, Deelilah

this is superb-have you been published?

I love the imagery of the first paragraph, and the rest of the poem doesn't fail live up to this precedent, some very finely crafted and wonderful phrases 'a darker shade of alarming' being my favorite. The brackets throughout the poem add a wonderful coherence, and i find them very original.

A am eons late to this party but I am ever so glad I didnt miss it ... this is a poem ... much love Jayne x x

where are you don't you love us no more ??? Richard

i remember this from long ago how I loved its eclectic writ the design appealing and still it impacts the notion within the musing the darkness the weight poised on its fulcrum of abstract