by ~Indigo~ Elga
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
W. B. Yeats (1865–1939)
Within there is the ache
Pain and sadness no one knows
Daily I slip and fade away
Like falling petals from a dying rose
Wounds invisible so profound
Intensely searing and will not heal
Though I’ve tried for so long now
Yet the pain I can’t conceal
With a tremulous voice I call
From behind the wall of tears
Just pleading to be heard
Please understand my fears!
Can you feel the silence?
But do you hear the pain?
In between the thunder
And the pouring rain.
Night skies so dark and lonely
Heavenwards I look north east
Searching for that one bright star
Where upon my eyes could feast
Is my search but all in vain?
Is it no where to be found?
Heaviness within my heart
Lament and sorrow there abound
© Elga ~Indigo~
26 October 2005 – All Rights Reserved
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|Reviewed by William DeVault
|Superb, with a depth of emotion that is, within itself, profound. An excellent expression!|
|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*®
A beautiful heart like yours has no need of searching
and the rose does not die in vain. It will blossom again.
Love & Light,
|Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger
|Elga, although this is an extremely heartfelt piece, I, too, firmly believe one must always continue marching forward, my gifted friend. Incredible creation, which illustrates the far too many pitfalls a human being must endure in order to find utopia on this spinning blue dot we call, Mother Earth. Thank you for sharing your work. Take good care and be well.|
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|A beautiful depiction of 'falling rose petals', Elga, in their symbolical essence.
I cannot commit my self to others' searches, but I can commit to the adage, and advice, to keep searching. The beauty of dead-alive rose petals is superceded by the flexibility of live-alive rose petals, and well worth the effort. A strange and homologous word, effort.
As always, with respect,
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
|Reviewed by Handsum Hart
|X-cellent, sadly beautiful. I'll water your rose.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
I have missed you--are you well?
Powerfully expressed pain...yet, tinged with hope. Beautifully crafted and imaged.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Beautiful poetry Elga!!
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|A poignant but beautifully written poem that many can relate too. One of your best, Elga.|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|A stunning lovelorn poem. Funny thing is love. We must spend so much time looking for the elusive thing.
Like mercury when we think we have it,it is even more elusive...
“Ali, Meri Dilbar Jani,
Mujhe tumse pyar hai bahut Sanam.
Mere dard ko mitao, tum mere meet ho.
Bin tere kuch nahin hai…
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
Your poem tugs at the heart. Just when we think no one hears or understands the brightest of stars appears. Remember the rose may die but will return more vibrant and beautiful as ever.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Wonderful though sad poetry from the heart.