Hello!
I am offering this as a return review.
First, I had a very emotional response to this poem. Because I have family that have suffered from Meniere's disease and from dementia (although not in the same person, yet) this piece really hit home with me.
I am going try and comment on each stanza, and to so do, I usually cut and paste the piece so you can easily see the comments and what they pertain to. I really like how you commented on everything, including the title, so I'm going to try and remember to do the same when I review. Thank you for teaching me that!
Your piece:
Silent Screams
I found the title intriguing. I didn't have any idea initially what the pome was about, but the title caught my interest.
The screams rang in his ears, they went on non-stop,
Never relenting, he heard them around the clock.
He was quite certain that others could hear,
Their shrillness rang out so very clear.
Here I began to get a gist of what was going on. I began to feel for the the main character of the poem, and immediately thought of Meiner's disease, although that might not have been your intent. I also thought initially there might be some type of torture going on in another room, but that is cleared up a few stanza's down.
He thought of Poe’s Raven, but that was nothing,
The screams were so shrill, his mouth was frothing.
He longed for the silence that deafness would bring.
Yet the screams continued on, in his ears they did ring.
Here the repetion seems to reinforce some of the ideas about the screams and how unbearable they must be. I like how you did the rhyming, - I'm unable to do that well. I'm beginning to wonder here if it is the subject actually doing the screaming.
One night the screaming stopped, silence overwhelmed him,
Blessed peace and quiet, as the light slowly grew dim.
The solitude that followed, smothered him quite well,
Though the screams had been bad, this silence felt like hell.
The "as the lights grew dim" made me wonder if he was dying. Silence, as smoothering, was a very interesting image.
His world was one of stillness, devoid of all sound,
He didn’t care much, for this world that he had found.
As if he had a choice, it was not his to choose
But now in this one, he was often lonely and confused
I liked this stanza, but the third line kind of caught me up. I had to read it a couple of times to see if I had it right.
He was an ordinary man, just like you and I
He lived a life like most of us, trying to get by.
An all around family man, who did the best he could,
Raised his children well, they stood by him as they should.
I liked the feeling that though he might be alone in silence, he wasn't alone in actuality. I also like how this piece gave us a little more insight into the man himself.
Their father fought a fight, that many fought before,
His world was not real, just in his mind forever more
He suffered from Dementia, lived only in his mind,
With no idea of the world, he had left behind.
This made me so sad. I always hope that patients with dementia live in the best times of their lives, remembering things that were important to them when they were growing up, or when their children were small. That is my wish, anyway. If I had to suggest anything about this stanza, perhaps another look at the last line? I wondered about the comma, but I'm not an expert. For some reason my mind put a 'that' in place of the comma. But I think good writers avoid using "that" in a poem, so probably not a good idea to go where I went with that one! (That one..hahah).
He didn’t know what day it was, or the time of year,
All he knew was silence, deafening in his ears.
His family knew there was nothing they could do,
Except stay by his side, help him see this through.
How heartbreaking this must be - to have family all around you, but the patient probably sees them as strangers, and since he is deaf, he can't communicate well wtih them. I wondered also about deafening. Do you think there is a stronger word that might convey the same thing? Were you trying to get at 'deafening silence"? The weight, the oppressiveness of complete and utter lack of sound? Deaf as a word is proably fine - I think maybe the 'ing' is what threw me.
Each was aware, of how their father’s battle would end
None wanted to call it quits, nor did they pretend
That all would be fine, that he would defeat his foe
Until he lost his fight, there’s no place they would go
This says a great deal about the type of family this is. For a lot of folks, once 'he' didn't know them, what did it matter that they were there. I'm glad they didn't abide by that, and stood by his side.
This silence was oppressive, he longed to hear a sound,
As his children watched his face, they could see him frown.
Suddenly his face twisted, a grimace, then a smile,
The screams had returned, he was comforted; for awhile.
This last part confused me a bit. Was he dying here? If so - I guess I wanted a peaceful sound at the end, but in truth, we don't dictate what happens to us or others when the end comes. If not - the endless torture! I think it would be hard to choose between the two extremes, screams and silence.
Well done, and please, keep in mind I'm a new writer. My opinions are probably as untrained as I am!
Best wishes, and write on.
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