My voice echo’s from
the mountain tops;
Like the cold, wet mighty
gale…storms from
the north, east, south, west…
you heard every word.
It matter’s not if I speak
just remember my whisper;
of life, love, beauty.
Thoughts of darkness I
pondered; yet I am the light
of soft loving words.
Many never hear me; yet I hear
your soul singing.
Free at last!
Author notes
pictured inspired: I pictured the spirit of love reaching out to give us all a better society....
A contest entry
- Let Your Imagination Run Free #21 (picture inspired) by Seeking Peace.
450 points, ended September 2, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is so very beautiful I read it out loud twice andit crooned so smoothly I have read your poems before and I must say I do enjoy them very much


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Yes I love this piece, you have set the bar for the rest to follow now, marvellous... speechless, now that says something!
I wish you the very best of luck for this contest, thanks for entering
Karen -
Sad write, Novy. Good, excellent in fact. Lot of truth in it.


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Wow - that is some picture - so stark! What inspiration this has been for you -very creative poem, wonderful word combinations. The light of soft loving words is very expressive. Good luck in the contest - loved your entry.


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O what a lovely feel with this. The line, "It matter’s not if I speak just remember my whisper". The whisper is intimate more so than the speaking out loud. So nice ~ Mykey


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Very beautiful, sweet one
Imagine, a spirit with no mouth that still says volumes...this is one of your very best writes.
"Thoughts of darkness I
pondered; yet I am the light
of soft loving words.
Many never hear me; yet I hear
your soul singing.
Free at last!"
Free at last...God if it were only so. But, you are helping with your soft, lovely writes.
Love, Brazos


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Very beautiful, great imagery and great language.
Wow. Beautiful poem you have got here.
Keep up the good work.
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awww i dig this "It matter’s not if I speak
just remember my whisper;
of life, love, beauty."
that speaks volumes.

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