Reticent Ink



Black iron dripped from the quill

Life scratched into stiff parchment

In writing, the heart made still

Thoughts proclaimed without dissent


Anonymous voice in pen

The words do not draw a face

Easier to express then

But much harder to erase


And in this void, lives our fears

The deepest and the most dark

Pages stained with hard shed tears

An ocular bleeding heart


Contrast given to the soul

In between the black and white

Hoping words will make us whole

If fears are brought to the light


And when the things left behind

Fade into the day to day

Our fears return and rewind

Written a different way


Here, as seen by any name

We scrawl what our mind may think

Though forgotten, all the same

There lives the reticent ink




21 Responses to “Reticent Ink”
  1. That opening line. Wow. This is incredible.

  2. jonicaggiano says:

    Very nice Brad and also true. Sometimes we overthink and think if we could just have a chance to rewrite what happened things would be better, when our lives are on a path of growth all along. Great title. Have a blessed weekend. Love Joni

    • Brad Osborne says:

      Thank you, dear Joni! When I started my blog, it was much more editorial. Now, obviously, it has become poetically themed. If I had known this is where it would end up, ‘Reticent Ink’ would have been the name of the blog. Thank you for all your support and I hope you have a lovely weekend also! β€πŸ’‹

  3. Brad, this is so beautiful.

    Here, as seen by any name
    We scrawl what our mind may think
    Though forgotten, all the same
    There lives the reticent ink

    I can’t tell you how much I enjoy the images that you created here. “the reticent ink” I love this phrase and the entire meaning of the poem.
    Excellent, Brad.

  4. Jim Borden says:

    you’ve captured the torment of being a writer. well done, Brad!

  5. It’s a very strong piece. The last paragraph of the poetry is brilliant. Like always good work Brad 😊

  6. Incredible relatable! I love thisπŸ˜πŸ’―β™₯

  7. From scratching life in the stiff parchment using a quill that drips black iron to
    “Easier to express then
    But much harder to erase.”
    “Hoping words will make us whole.’

    This resonates with me so much.
    Such a profound and wonderful piece.
    The hope that words will make one whole, the idea that one’s writing may or may not represent their true selves and oh, the resilient ink.
    God, this is such a masterpiece!
    I loved this so much Brad!

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