I watched from my window high above ground
Then spotted a young girl , her tears were profound
I walked from my office to offer my hand
And just when I saw her...in a shifting sand
Her being transpired into the wind
I was met by an image my spirits had sent
There just before me as my face unfolded
Was the woman I knew with energies confounded
Inside her spirit had been crushed
Her smile was an effort for most of us
She appears on the outside a wonderful soul
Contented and happy til her whispers unfold
"I'm tired of being alone...
Tired of all this and want to go home
You see I'm a vagrant inside my heart
It rings alone with no one a part
It needs a nest where energies live
It needs a whisper to help it give
It's open and faithful and knows the muse
It lives for nothing now...just being used."
I saw and listened and recognized
The spirit of me and why I cry."
I saw here this young girl inside of a woman
Confused and lonely no love appearing
Seems they all left, the few she let in
It also is likely they wanted to mend
Then never grew as this heart wasn't pure
They couldn't accept her love was assured
Men who have pained and lost their hearts
Never get over the devoted parts
The parts of a woman who can make a difference
Instead they stop in...but only to visit
Poor gentle woman with tenderness here
She weeps with her spirit til her Lancelot appears...
I jerk back in silence with my voice all choked
This woman was me and then I broke
Into pieces that needed this break
This resolution of self ...for my own sake.
okay hi bad apple here i thought this was very haunted and sad especially sicne i think it speaks of the unability to recapture taht childhood so many of us have lsot but this was a ffantastic poem either waay it was supposed to be taken you ahve done a wonderful job on this
The impact of this poem on me was unexplainable. It is me. It is the woman next door. It is to be human. Excellent space and word usage. This one is a keeper for me.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on March 9, 2003
Susan,
Soul recoginition is so reflective of a womans spirit and the pain flowed and the flow was wonderful.
Love n Peace
Peg
intensely profound. self reflection is by far, the most difficult portrait.
look deeper, however...at the true beauty of soul. and embrace that muse that resides there. everything else will fall into it's designed place. for every soul is worthy of love and joy.
excellent write...and beautiful picture.
hugs and love
krissy
"Soul Recognition" says it all in every word.
I have learned a great message. I am glad to have "Soul Recognition" to be digest by my soul! This Poem is package of emotion, beauty, wisdom and love!
I Salute you, Master Poet Susan Kathryn Rowse.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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Soul recoginition is so reflective of a womans spirit and the pain flowed and the flow was wonderful.
Love n Peace
Peg
look deeper, however...at the true beauty of soul. and embrace that muse that resides there. everything else will fall into it's designed place. for every soul is worthy of love and joy.
excellent write...and beautiful picture.
hugs and love
krissy
I have learned a great message. I am glad to have "Soul Recognition" to be digest by my soul! This Poem is package of emotion, beauty, wisdom and love!
I Salute you, Master Poet Susan Kathryn Rowse.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Jack