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Photo Prompt: A Silent Scream

Photo Title: Crescendo © Barbara Cole
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The photographer lives in Toronto, Canada, and specializes in
photographic based artwork.
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I have no mouth, and I must scream.
~Harlan Ellison
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Photo used with permission from Barbara Cole.

12 comments:

Caroline said...

The voice in my head never quiets.
The resentment.
The anger.
The jealousy.
The fear.
The worry.
How can I drown the voice forever?

Meandering Michael said...

Pint-sized injections
Of amber relief
He treated her wrong
And his heart willed with grief
He could no longer stand
To imagine the morrow
So down at the pub
He is drowning his sorrow

Battered and bruised
In a way we don't see
He treated her wrong
And ignored every plea
No ounce of compassion
Would he let her borrow
She's down at the river now
Drowning her sorrow

A Cuban In London said...

'My ID cried but I could not hear it. I had drowned it forever. I had become fully rational'

Greetings from London.

James Parker said...

Michael..excellent poem..rhythm, content,...perfect. Kudos!

SINGING IN THE SHOWER...NOT!

I've always been a singer,
My voice has so much power,
I've practiced every day,
Singing "Roxanne" in the shower.

To take my gift of song,
To an even greater height,
I got a big aquarium,
And filled it up last night.

With water eight feet deep,
Singing "California Dreaming"
I jumped into the tank,
And, at once I started screaming

Now my singing career is gloomy,
My whole future is in doubt.
Cause the water's coming in,
But no sound is going out.

cornel said...

fantastic expression
great art work !

glorv1 said...

I see that, and I see myself when I was a very young girl and almost drowned. I kept going up and down and raising my hands and trying to scream, but the fear was great and I went down. Before I went down I caught a glimpse of a man taking of his shoes and when I was under, I could still see him, unbelievable as that may seem. I could see him, I could see my step-mom and my aunt jumping up and down for him to hurry. We were at some lake and even when I was under I saw him running towards the water and the next thing I remember is someone pounding on me and I was coughing out water. Who ever that man was, he saved my life. So here I am commenting on that great picture.
Take care.

Lorna said...

When you are feeling true, profound terror, you haven't the strength in your lungs to create a loud scream. You feel the shock in your body as adrenalin rips through you and you hear a pitiful soft wail come out of you.


~Lorna

Vanessa Brantley Newton said...

Where do you find these amazingly talented people??? This is simply amazing! A silent scream. WOW!!! Thanks so much for your very encouraging words! Thanks from the bottom of my heart!

Michelle said...

{This photo is very profound and moving. It reminds me of "Ophelia" by John Everett Millais.}

Profound sorrow
drowned in tears
never lets me escape
these dreaded fears

As I gasp for air
grief washes over me
from this great sadness
I want to be free

Sinking deeper and deeper
all I want to do is scream
I try to wake up
hoping that it is just a dream

nc said...

o my goodness,,this picture really scares me. i cannot think of any words that the lady in the pic could utter..except for the cry before her life ends. :(

Tish said...

that's such a cool pic.
however funnily enough you can hear someone scream underwater, we experimented with it last week. it just sounds really high pitched.
thought i'd just mention that!

Tweedles -- that's me... said...

I came to feed the fish,
and sit down by your pond.
(as I sometimes do.)_
I thought I was alone,
until
I saw her sitting
in the grass.
Her head was in her hands.
She was looking at her reflection in the pond.
I slipped on over beside her, and licked her sweet hand.
I starred down in the pond
for just a moment,
and then I noticed her reflection
was gone.
Why didn't she say she was so sad.
Where is the answer?
tweedles

 

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