The longings of one's heart
All but dissipated
Passionate and pale
Encounters of the soul replaced
Within the confines
Of a near transparent shade
A grey ghost in the mist
Left alone in the dark
An imaginary blue shadow
As the dead lie in their grave
Their desires kept silent
Whilst the life inside the heart
withers, statuesque and opaque
The soul emptied of breaths stain
In a vapor fades, a wandering spirit
Lee Robertson, 52, lives in Nashville, Tennessee, USA. A
USAF Veteran, truck driver, stonemason, aspiring artist/poet. He has 2
children, Gatlin, 26, and Danielle, 23. He has been posting his poetry on G+
for 3 years. He enjoys the beach, live music, drawing, painting, and his
family.
Karen, you have found a genuine superstar in my brother Lee. We both started writing and posting on g+ at the same time,seeing this now has left a tear of joy in my eyes. I post under the name Jed Wolfe. Now we have both shown our critics how to truly bleed into our writing.
ReplyDeleteWell Done Lee, Welcome to whispers,this is a wonderful community
ReplyDeleteof poetic excellence. I look forward to reading more of your work
in the future . Allan.
enjoyed this very thoughtful write
ReplyDeleteDear Lee,
ReplyDeleteYou wrote a wonderful poem, beautiful and poignant. I hope to see some more of your poetry in the future here at Whispers.
Best wishes,
Inge
Very good Lee, I imagine is the truth of every heart, as death takes ones body & he or she wonders around with out it, until his or her resurrection, as given by our Savior.
ReplyDeleteKnight Writer
ReplyDeleteWelcome Lee to Whispers. Quite a unique write. I enjoyed your description of the soul without the body;interestingly put. Thanks for sharing your talent.
Sincerely, Charlene
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ReplyDeleteVery nice Lee.
DeleteCongratulation.
All the best! xx
Dear Lee,
ReplyDeleteIt's good to see you have so many comments on your thought-provoking poem. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent with us. Wishing you ongoing success with your writing.
Blessings,
Karen