There have always been difficult times in
which humans must find a way to navigate the
choppy waters of despair while immersed in the middle
of some natural or human made disaster of
such enormity that one cannot hear beyond the noise
of hopelessness and gloom and
must confront the possibility of extinction while the turmoil
churns out few reasons to think the survival of I
is possible and which will carry
much weight amidst the deafening silence
Love the contrast between ‘the noise/of hopelessness and gloom’ and ‘the deafening silence.’ A golden shovel is both fun and challenging. Here, your words/associations clearly flowed from one to another.
If you were to revisit it, perhaps you might consider shaping it in ways that allow the reader to catch their breath along the way. So many metaphors! such rich imagery! so many ideas … Or even to hone a more central message … Just a couple of random thoughts.
And it would be lovely to include (top or bottom) both the entire original phrase and the poem (as well as poet) it came from.
Thank you!
Thank you for your comments. The poet is Anna Swir (Anna Swirszczynska) from the poem, There is a light in Me. I used the line “in the middle of noise and turmoil I carry silence”
Such an incredible golden shovel. This is such a great example of what the form can do, and it also stands on it’s own strength. So many powerful ideas, and lingering words.