in the soul
there is no harbor
there is only the beating of heart
tossed
swept in as the tide
only
to sweep out again
and
I look to the point
the lighthouse a beacon
calling
see me
help me
know that I am here
and
still
there is no harbor
no respite
as storm washes over
the soul
there is only
the
beat
of
heart
I love your style Josefina but when I see a classic piece like this I become elevated with such sheer beauty. I have never doubted that but it is great to have everyone else see what you are really capable of.
Con mucho carino,
Amor
Josie, this is very well done. Really love the words and the gentleness of your poem.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on May 19, 2003
A good one.........
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on May 19, 2003
Josie,
in the soul
there is no harbor
there is only the beating of heart
tossed
swept in as the tide
only
to sweep out again
and
I look to the point
the lighthouse a beacon
calling
see me
help me
know that I am here "
"Peggy
This is excellent
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on May 19, 2003
Very Poe-ish. Good write
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 19, 2003
Think of the alternative. Gloomy subject for you. Still well done and with panache.
(((HUGS josie))) this sounds like my life a lot of times...storm tossed, when are the skies gonna clear up???? you voiced it perfectly, hope you're okay...e-mail me...i'll answer...love, karla. (((((HUGS)))))
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Con mucho carino,
Amor
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~
in the soul
there is no harbor
there is only the beating of heart
tossed
swept in as the tide
only
to sweep out again
and
I look to the point
the lighthouse a beacon
calling
see me
help me
know that I am here "
"Peggy
This is excellent
there is no harbor
no respite
as storm washes over
the soul
there is only
the
beat
of
heart
So Excellent,
Reindeer