A gentle breeze
caressed against my soul
and sent my thoughts
to a distant path
where I found you
standing with words
dripping from your pen.
The page freshly written
wrapped around my heart
like cherished love letters bound,
tucked away in an old shoe box.
Each letter folded with care
marked with tear stains
of another time, another place.
You wrote each word,
trying to capture
the depths of emotions
for eyes to see,
the heart to feel,
for the words to penetrate,
to explore beyond the walls of my heart.
I saw and felt what you were saying
between the hidden lines
of this carefully written page.
I too, knew the breeze
had blown in a new direction
that lead us to this place and time,
the path of discovery, yours and mine.
Copyright 2002 Tracey L. Hardie
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Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2002
You found me out. Very good perspective with this.
methinks you penned a winner! outstanding in every way...even to the pic;-)
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2002
Whoever wrote this poem is a GREAT POET! I
love it! Tracey ... I've just added you to my special poets list. And there is not too
many on it. Believe me honey. I on't "shuck and jive" in big house parlance. ((hugs)) Bill
P.S. i just reread it! I consider the flow of the poem untouchable. A work of art! It flowed thorough my mind and heart, and it felt like a feather inside of me.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2002
Tracey, this is one of my favorites of yours, it is so spellbinding.
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TRASK
I don't know how you saw that shoebox
but i guess its too late now..
This is by far one of my new favorites.
No Kidding Tracey I really like this one.
love it! Tracey ... I've just added you to my special poets list. And there is not too
many on it. Believe me honey. I on't "shuck and jive" in big house parlance. ((hugs)) Bill
P.S. i just reread it! I consider the flow of the poem untouchable. A work of art! It flowed thorough my mind and heart, and it felt like a feather inside of me.