Stains of sorrow from ages past
capture frost within the haze.
A spirit scarred, of treasures stripped,
It yearns to find the way.
Haunted by a stillness cruel,
this wanderer amongst the trees.
Solemn, aching, silently–
she fades into the breeze.
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Categories: All Poetry, Poetry by Phoebe
Hi PuppyDoc As she passed into another realm of existence! So Nice. Thank you for liking “Flock!” Peace and Best Wishes. TheFoureyedPoet.
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Hi PuppyDoc. knowing the past could not be changed! Thank you for liking “My Own Humility!” Peace and Best Wishes. TheFoureyedPoet.
There are many out in our world who live such spectral lives…, born with nothing, passing through life with nothing, and leaving this world without a trace. Sad. A beautifully written poem though, Phoebe. 🙂
Yes, that is very sad indeed…
Dear Dr. Phoebe,
Great line, “wanderer among the trees.” I often have this dream of walking in the forest. Love that line in your poem.
Sincerely,
Richard
Thank you, Richard. 🙂
Kinda Keatsian … can’t resist quoting the end of ‘La Belle Dame’, sorry …
She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Love it! 🙂
This is lovely Phoebe. BTW, I featured your blog https://amanpan.com/2016/11/28/tuesday-chatter-55/
You are very kind…thank you! 🙂
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Beautiful poem
Thank you 🙂
Oh Phoebe.. This is so beautiful.. Your mind is so amazing, how it puts these words together. Every bit is like a masterpiece. <3 <3 <3
Liz, you are simply too kind! I hope you are doing well. Hugs! 🙂
Wonderful! Thank you!
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Amazing and beautiful words.
Thank you so much 🙂
I like the poem a lot but I’m not sure I understand it. Who is the wanderer in the trees?
I think that is open to interpretation, David. 🙂
I’m sure but I was interested in your interpretation 😜
You are not forgotten. You are in the healing art. May you rise above with a loving heart. God counts our tears.
You are kind, thank you. 🙂 🙂
You are most welcome.
Love it, Phoebe! <3
Thank you, dear Holly! 🙂 🙂
to slip away or to have not existed would be the easier path. But to continue on and blend in with the breeze among the trees is difficult yet such a lovely thought.
I agree. You said it beautifully. 🙂
Great job at setting the atmosphere. I don’t know, when reading the poem I got this spring morning feeling where the wind is blowing, sending chills throughout your body (sorry if that doesn’t make sense)… Anyway great poem!
I love what you just said…makes perfect sense! Take care 🙂 🙂
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Wonderful! I also love the photos you choose. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Lovely. Beautiful images.
Thank you 🙂
Very well written 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Welcome! 🙂
this is cool! Looks like i should learn from you!
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Hauntingly beautiful! I felt I needed to stay in the moment, in silence, getting soaked in the spirit of the poem. 🙂
Thank you for your kind words 🙂 🙂
The pleasure is mine 💖😊
Beautiful Phoebe, poetic, deep and artistic.
Thank you kindly 🙂 🙂
Beautiful words.. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
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That is beautiful, Phoebe. So I was going to say atmospheric but I’m not sure if that makes sense. It’s late and my brain is a bit fried.
xx Rowena
Thank you Rowena! 🙂 And don’t worry…I completely understand that fried-brain feeling… 😉