When you look at her and wonder
There are parts you can not see
Like the half of her that's missing
For the whole that's not to be
You see a woman shining
Feet planted in the ground
What you can't see is the sorrow
Or just where it once was found
Her appearance is astounding
For never would you guess
That this soul grieves no longer
And her insides aren't a mess
Nor a jumble...for this horseman
Came and took her soul
Left a gypsy spirit breathless
Took a part and left a whole
For his gift to her...his answer
His love was here and gone
Now the whole of her is seeking
The heart he took and won.
Let him go with freedoms spirit
For he left her with a glow
Took a heart that wasn't beating
Left a seed with which to sow
Many memories in the making
And a promise to return
To the part of her that's missing
For the soul still here that yearns
Today is worth the waiting
The future is a guess
As the soul of one so empty
Is a part of him... at best.
And the love of two good spirits
Beat forever a new whole
And the part that wasn't total
Is a story to be told.
you simply are amazing, how much this holds, how much it makes one wonder...at the same time, gifted with such grace and flow...and the soul within shows+++
Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2003
good evenin will be postin and all that later as ive been away for a few days round the country. As always exquisite delightful work. Namaste
Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2003
how exquisite and so true. The everyday mask that hides the turmoil inside.
Excellent work. Deeply woven with real feeling. Much enjoyed, Susan, thank you.
Be well,
Michael
Reviewed by The Voice (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2003
Susan,
I for one would like to hear the other story, the whole story. Such a deep piece. Wonderful.
Hugs,
The Voice
Reviewed by Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed on February 2, 2003
Author-Poet Susan Kathryn Rowse, you are here pleasing many with your Poetry, and you shall be pleasing many through thousand of generations to come!
NEVER REST YOUR PEN; DON'T LET YOUR QUILLS DRY.
BLESSED BE YOUR YOUR DAYS!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on February 2, 2003
Susan,
Excellent dept and verse again.
Peggy
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Reviewed on February 2, 2003
Very nice work. Wonderful, steady though of word. Much enjoyed, thank you.
Be well,
michael
Reviewed by Eileen
Reviewed on February 2, 2003
So perceptive Susan...we are so complex aren't we...Wonderfully written
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Be well,
Michael
I for one would like to hear the other story, the whole story. Such a deep piece. Wonderful.
Hugs,
The Voice
NEVER REST YOUR PEN; DON'T LET YOUR QUILLS DRY.
BLESSED BE YOUR YOUR DAYS!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Excellent dept and verse again.
Peggy
Be well,
michael