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Only my soul can see.

I fall through the doors

of my mind and behind me

close those that

keep me confined.

 

I take the path

that leads to my soul

to seek that oasis

to console...

 

Off verdant glens

and buttercup fields where

the sky kisses the ocean

and doesn't yeild.

 

Along the sunlit

hearts of yore

and wonder if

i'll love once more.

 

To visit those

only my soul can see

and recall that love

they had for me.

 

I'll leave my soul

for another time

and call again when

the stress clock chimes.

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  • I have a very short poem called

    Maybe

    Sadness is the lack of faith
    To believe the wonderful beautiful
    Moments
    Will happen again...

    I see a strong soul here, shaken to its core
    So much, that it has to travel to reconnect with the soul... and can't afford the energy to stay connected there...

    Struggling not to stay in the sad place, remembering flowers and seascapes...

    The soul will remember that happiness is a pathway, and find someone to help get back on the path.
    To help change the focus away from the loss, which if lingered too long, will rut the soft places of the heart and mind.

    Believe that life is beautiful, if fragile. Look at life through grace. Count you blessings, speak to yourself of your worth, your uniqueness, your great value. Believe it, and live it and others will believe too.

    Now the poetry. Second stanza; change "of" console to "to" console. It will solve a noun/verb agreement problem.

    Agreeing with you, that you are strong, and getting back on the path of happiness.
    • Thank you for the HM,
      i really appreciate it. Your comment was beautiful, like a poem in its self. You have read me like a book.
      God Bless
      Dolores xx
  • JWGoethe
    June 4

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    a wonderfully reflective poem. Love the images and the clever phrasing (close those that keep me confined, the stress clock chimes). Well done and congrats on the HM
  • Worthy of 2 comments, congrats on the trophy. Still a deep and beautiful write.

  • DrkPoet
    June 4

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    Simply put this was a beautiful piece that wandered elegantly through the depths of yourself with each stanza flowing so nicely into the next. Great job and thanks for sharing it here!
  • I really enjoyed this piece. The first stanza captured me and drew me in...the third stanza is breath taking then you make one ponder that eternal question....will love return? The ending suited this wonderfully. Great piece.

    . Rewarded 4


  • teddybare
    May 30

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    sadness that pulsates hope

    this is a verry deep piece of pen....
    most journeys with worth destinations are in deed centrepid bravo... max clappies

  • Beautiful, yet sad and lonely...

    This is a very unique and stunning, heart-and-soul-felt ode to a sad and lonely soul... Very creative imagery with outstanding use of metaphoric surrealism within your brilliant poem! So glad I found your masterpiece shimmering in the dew here this morning. I love this wonderful piece!! I wish you the best of luck in this contest, for you have another award-winning entry here. Write on, shine on, Poetess!!! Peace & Love, Cyn

  • John Clark
    May 30
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    A pleasure to read

    Great line, that of the doors and being confinded


  • Rovingone gold member
    May 28

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    This is beautiful. So rich with emotion and the fine way you describe the scene. The buttercup fields where the sky kisses the ocean. The sunlit hearts of youre and wonder I'll love once more. So delightful a read.

  • Sagerider
    May 27

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    Lovely

    I love this. I love to reminisce too about times gone by and friends that have passed, lost loves. It was great.

  • How could a heart this beautiful, not love again. Words like these make many here love you.

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