Friday, February 20, 2015

The Lonely Spirit--By Terry O’Leary--France

The Lonely Spirit

Midst sweet perfume
    of youthful bloom,
        the lonely spirit wars
and often cries
    and sometimes dies
        in quest of her amour.

Terry O’Leary defines himself as "A physicist lacking gravity...".
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  1. Frances SimwingaFebruary 20, 2015 at 3:22 PM

    Hi Terry,

    What a work of words . Thanks for sharing

    Frances

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  2. UnknownFebruary 20, 2015 at 3:31 PM

    Hi, Terry, if you are like a physicist "lacking gravity" then you must surely be cast into a wide world of creativity - as shows here in your poem. Your words present a great definition of a lonely spirit and yet your colorful words give it great romanticism, too. A fun read! Sheri

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    1. UnknownFebruary 24, 2015 at 12:35 PM

      Thank you Sheri... lacking gravity, I tend to float in the clouds a lot... ;-))

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  3. CharleneFebruary 22, 2015 at 11:49 AM

    Terry, I enjoyed your poem. Thank you for sharing your talent with this well written in-depth poem. Sometimes the fewer the words the greater the impact of those that are written.
    Charlene

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    1. UnknownFebruary 24, 2015 at 12:36 PM

      Thank you Charlene... I'm happy you enjoyed... ;-))

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 23, 2015 at 2:15 PM

    Hi Terry, Nice flow of words for your poem, "The Lonely Spirit." I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

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  5. Karen O'LearyFebruary 23, 2015 at 9:03 PM

    Thank you, Robert Dufresne, for the following--

    The Lonely Spirit by Terry O'Leary

    You sure nipped that bloom right in the bud . Ahh the truth of it all! Good one Terry.

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  6. UnknownFebruary 25, 2015 at 3:07 PM

    Love the piece here Terry, a lot shown in the lines with twist, that when open flows, on the blossom defined..'

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  7. Lotus2009March 1, 2015 at 8:29 PM

    Terry, Love trumps all and your poem expresses this so eloquently! A very beautiful write! Blessings, Connie

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