Heed the echos of a heartache,
anguished sear of reverie.
Feel its scalp bleed down her face,
scathing tears of memories.
See the eyes that once freely smiled
fading with defeat.
As silent fields in which she lies
drift away with night’s conceit.
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Reblogged this on Peter G Nicholson.
This is my favorite word in the English language, but worst word that fits my feelings a lot sadly.
I’m sorry to hear that. Sending healing thoughts and hugs your way. 🙂
So much emotion in so few lines. This reminds me of the way a Haiku can paint a whole picture with 17 syllables. Excellent words and painting to accompany. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Lovely poem . loved the line..”see the eyes that once freely smiled, fadind with defeat.”
Thank you, dear. 🙂
Beautful artwork and amazing poetry. Thank you for sharing your words and thoughts.
Thank you, dear, for your kind words. 🙂
I enjoyed your poetry and artwork. I love the artwork.
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Beautiful artwork and amazing words by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
This is excellent!
Thank you! 🙂
Dear Puppy Doc, Your blog is filled with such heart warming poems and reflections of life. I think that there is this new dawn for poets, writers, photographers and artists. There is this new, awakening sense of community between writers, photographers and artists. It transcends the arena of getting into one’s car and driving to the bookstore. It has an endearing grass roots quality to it. It rises above the pretentious “art gallery opening.” It offers the golden opportunity for folks to share their writings, their photographs, their art work; without having to get the phony seal of approval from the big corporate conglomerate book publishers. It cuts through the chase and no longer are the pretentious Board of Directors of art museums deciding which artists do and do not get to display their art works. And, Puppy Doc, I thank you for being a leader in this new revolution, which you are helping to blaze the trail through with your blog site. Sincerely, Richard Mabey
Hi Richard. Your kind words mean a lot to me…thank you. Warmest wishes to you. 🙂
-phoebe
I’m not sure “Like” is the right concept here…
But I feel the pain.
That means something; thank you. 🙂
Wow! This is beautiful.
Thank you. 🙂
This is absolutely beautiful, Phoebe. Ah, melancholia. Those last 2 lines really reverb and buzz for me. Thank you for writing this. 🙂
Thank you, Deb. 🙂
We all find ourselves on a rocky road at times…..our hope is to come to a smoother spot in the road and a new direction perhaps. I hope you find yours….
Hugs, Pam
Thank you Pam. Hugs! 🙂
You’re in my thoughts and prayers, Phoebe. Hugs.
Aww thank you, Iris. 🙂
I feel sad, but it is beautifully descriptive….
🙂 🙂
Just awesome!
🙂 🙂
No words.
🙂 🙂
So delightful my dear sister! An awesome poem!
Thank you, Wendell! 🙂
Exquisite read, tones of the subject positivity sing from the words
Thank you, dear. 🙂