The Words Unspoken

I
in silence, the solitude of wandering words unspoken
mindful wisdom, through the winding road untrodden
on a pavement, i follow a shadow of dreams forsaken
and live to believe in a paradise prevailed unforbidden
II
words beneath the lips that tremble whispers no more
the voice within forlorn dwells in the heart so to ignore
eyes with tears can only give an empty gaze and sigh
with a heavy heart in soul, no wings can take me high

lll
like winds that ceaselessly blowing in the coldest breeze,
my heart longed a share of flame, warm to tow a freeze
with a slumbered soul as cold as ice, in time stood still
no words but the whispering silence of a wind blows chill

lV
over and over i heard their cries into my consciousness
like roaring thunder upon the murmuring cloud’s darkness
along with nights spent in a lonesome nest of emptiness
only to dream a dream beyond the words of nothingness

V
now in those dreams, i behold the missing time unleashed
in silence, the unspoken words unveil what was promised
a corner for the soul to live once more for a heart be heard
from space and time in the bounty of hues still bewildered

Vl
beseeching my words to fly among the birds and be visible
from those eyes that can see through everything impossible
like reading a worn out page of the faded story from the past
contrived to live once more through the passing of time to last

VII
from the echoes of the voice within some casts of shadow remain
like a stagnant water watching whatever comes in its domain
can never flow along the current of dull waters thus it shall retain
only in the darkness of its deep, groping and seeking the uncertain

Vlll
let me leave these words unspoken buried underneath of nowhere
within the world that had long stopped whirling in time somewhere
where the moon, the sun, and the stars had forgotten how to shine
while rainbows stood by the horizon forbearing with clouds in benign

IX
let the silence of words unspoken be the wings of the wind blowing
endowed heart and soul in a rhythm of the leaves endlessly rustling
bestowed once the missing time unleashed into my world of reverie
to live in the fantasy of disbelief beyond the fullness of its mysteryImage may contain: bird and outdoor

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About suzette portes san jose

ABOUT THE AUTHOR SUZETTE PORTES SAN JOSE She was born and raised in Cebu City, spent her elementary years at Stella Maris School, Franciscan Missionary Sisters at Mabolo, Banilad, Cebu City and her high school years at the University of San Carlos Girls High School, Holy Spirit Sisters. She went to college at the University of San Carlos, SVD Priest in Cebu City, Philippines. She is a University half scholar from high school to college. She was born with a passion for writing and living in her art forms. She started writing online in 2013. She now has joined 18 book anthologies from 2015 to 2019. Each of her poems is written with her painting as visuals and is now appearing internationally, namely in the United States, Canada, United Kingdom, India, and the Philippines. She is also a recipient of multiple awards for her ARTworks and Literary works. She was awarded Poet of the Year in 2017 by one of the prestigious poetry site Destiny Poets International Community of Poets UK. Also, a regular contributor to GloMag a monthly issued magazine in India. She has also published her 2 narrative poem Chapbook book "As The Wind Blows" and "Whispering Silence" in the 10 part series. She has also done her first-authored book "The Dawning" along with other books Isle of Words and Colors Vol 1 "Footprints from Every Waks of Life", Isles of Words and Colors Vol. 2 "Journey to the New Horizon" and Kirky’s Adventure Vol.1. Now coming up with Isle of Words and Colors Vol. 3 "At The Rainbows End" and her 2nd book "Whisperings". It has always been her dream to leave her legacy as a fulfilled artist and for her next generation to follow her footsteps. A dream comes true. Thank you, Kirk Dominic (granddaughter) Wilyam Gabriel SJ Reyes (grandson) and Angelito Portes San Jose (only son) for dreams that came to reality.

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