in passing, I sent a whisper of my soul
watching it float away on desire’s wind
hoping that your heart would hear again
waiting for the ancient spark to rekindle
but life has been brutal, pain, unrelenting
there seem to be no embers left to ignite
leaving me to wonder in cold dark of night
if I will ever again inspire your poetic pen
please listen to my quiet, gentle whisper
for I am here, always here, never far away
my thought in passing, honest sigh of love
true affirmation that nothing has changed
a ceaseless caress on the cusp of a dream
where longings have no need of elucidation
whispers echo eternally on tender breezes
please listen, as in former times, My Love,
for I cannot bring myself to shout at you
A whisper barely noticeable passing lips sometimes are a cry of the spirit that hungers for something that never was. Your words reflect such an intense instant in an eloquent and profound way. Thank you for sharing.
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on July 26, 2011
Belle, What a beautiful, romantic piece of poetry
and so personal. I hope he hears your whisper!
Always,
Deborah
Aaah, sweet whispers of your soul, reaching out to a fellow poet you admire; one can almost see into the spirit of this tender poet who whispers softly, for a shout would never do for this lady La Belle.
Hauntinly beautiful work!
Much conflict expressed of love and loss. And that certain waiting for things to get better. This is so personal, so real, it touches deep in the heart.
I am here with eternal patience awaiting your message of love on the winds of desire. Belle, you lit my literary fire, stoked my romantic embers to a wild glow of aroused passion. Your rendering is a song of longing love. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael.
I GUESS ONE OF THE HARDEST THINGS TO BEAR IS 'FEELING'...WHAT ONE, SO WISHES, ANOTHER FELT...TOO. A WONDERFUL ARTISTIC EXPRESS OF UNREQUITED LOVE. WELL DONE AND THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
A subtle blend of passion, tension,
even a touch of fear, but there, too,
longing and uncertainty.
As always, Belle, work to savour.
John
Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2011
I raise your voice and see you one whisper: 'this is sweet'... a balm airbrushed with the sweet stain of solace invites reflection upon an image of blissful beckoning wistful solicitations... and sweetness follows. Yet the conclusion seems more cacaphony than crescendo, does it not?
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and so personal. I hope he hears your whisper!
Always,
Deborah
a ceaseless caress on the cusp of a dream
where longings have no need of elucidation
this absoluteness of an on-going present is inspiring! xx
reall good imagery and sentiment, La Belle ...
Most enjoyable reading
Love & Peace be with you
William
Hauntinly beautiful work!
Joy L. Hale
Regis
Ron
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
My response is in my poem
Amor
even a touch of fear, but there, too,
longing and uncertainty.
As always, Belle, work to savour.
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Wonderful work, strong heart.
GOD BLESS YOU
Love
Tony
never do You justice
~La Belle Rouge~
for I hear your heart
beating in your poetry
loud and clear from your
beautiful soul
Lady Vivian
Amazing. Blessings,
Christine