Nameless

by Maple Tree   Mar 20, 2016


She echoed words that fell

within cracks of her lips,

like a dying love note.

Just a whisper of forever's-

another promise unsung.

Can you hear her heartbeat

mate within a thunderous night?

Her legacy has encrypted

messages,

she has become nameless....

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  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Such beauty

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello Andrea,

    this poem could be about someone, or something without a name, or could be for the reader to fill in the 'cracks'; add the name, the thing, the one to their own muse...

    I like the double spacing; to me it allows for greater thought between the words - emphasising them, but without shouting and loosing their intent.

    The 1st verse has nice weight and sound to it. Its theme of 'words' added to nicely in the metaphor of 'love note' I especially like the power added by the word 'dying' this brings home the importance of the 'words', a person's last speech perhaps. However, these all important words are weak, struggling to be released falling 'within cracks of lips'. The word 'echo' brings to mind another's words repeated, like an echo. The use of alliteration is effective too. The 'd' and 's' sounds creating necessary drama.

    The 2nd verse, two lines further describing these all important words. The use of 'promise' and forever' brings to my mind a declaration, like, 'I will love you forever'?. Using 'another' suggests that this kind or phrase/ promise has been uttered before and the meaning is 'unsung', the 'promise' is without the necessary substance.

    The 3rd verse, a question for the reader and perhaps a rhetorical one for the writer. To me this is urging to hear the life 'heartbeat' that still is within. It allows for hope to offered, a kind of vibrancy. The metaphor of thunder, suggests that hope will be brief, yet powerful, like an electrical storm.

    The final 3 lines sum up the previous verses. Her 'legacy' - a life's work, the lasting memories after the physical part has transcended. The encryption part makes me feel that what is left is secret, only meant for select eyes. Anyone else would be blind to them, like the words falling between the cracks of her lips - lost in name, but not in memory. The trailing 'nameless...' links to the title nicely and creates a perfect loop, much like the circle of life.

    Andrea, this poem has allowed me to think of a few people close to me and interpret your words for my personal feelings. I thank you for this.

    Take care,

    Michael

  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, this is just beautiful! So much said in these lines. Absolutely lovely!