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Shadowy Moon
by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse → (All Poetry by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse)
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I Hear You...

Shadowy Moon Strange how it is…still (that echo...echo...echo...) The whispering that I hear Penetrates me like a knife Waking me from my dreams… Your voice stirs me to open my eyes It’s dark in the middle of the night Where the clouds hover like quicksand My breath is calm and shallow As I wonder if you can hear me… I then feel the deep hole I buried The well of sorrows I hold inside me I am not sure where to put it all So I spill inside myself…silently Here in the darkest darkness Releasing this grief to the universe The rain will soon follow …I hear the thunder Shedding tears on these memories Memories that You & I share My heart weeps holding you still Replaying moments I never seen I feel as if a stampede has crushed me As I reach to know these other facets of your soul Lingering and hovering like the shadowy moon But those are just wistful ideas A comfort I acknowledge for an unknown truth: We all tell our self the dead can see us… Poetry Expressions: Victoria L. McColley

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on July 27, 2013

Beautifully sad, Victoria,
written with so much emotion
feeling the pain and sorrow

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on July 23, 2013

Ever once in a while we grieve for our past loved ones. It is only natural because we still feel the love within us. No one....and I mean no one....can decide when we should stop grieving because no one knows our heart like the way we know it.

Beautiful and heartfelt write!!

Sandie Angel

Reviewed by Carolyn Dye

I so love to read what you have written, your words speak to my soul. I am so blessed to have met you on this site. For you inspire me to keep believing and dreaming that the spoken word is such a Beautiful blessing from God.
God bless you Ms. vickie

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Darkly poetic and quite beautiful in its words and phrasing. I'm sorry that I don't, �tell myself that the dead can see me.�

Ron

Reviewed by William Bonilla

a profound and well composed
outstanding write most enjoyable reading
Love & Peace

William

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Victoria, Remembering our past, but living in the Now...Enjoyed.

Always,

Deborah

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Where we hide our well of sorrows is in that special place where we know we can revisit them.

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Penetrating words...you're always a cut above...listen to your intuition, not women...tincture of moon drops to numb your crotch...

Yours xoxo