My Soul It Speaks

My Soul It Speaks

 

my soul it speaks

not with words upon my lips

but with  sunlight peering through

umbrella trees

 

in quietude it speaks

of a slumbering sky

imminent of  snow,

of pea soup dawns

and morning walks

of resting  geese

on grassy knolls

 

it speaks to me

of winding roads

leading home,

of cups of coffee

brewing slow

stirring sweetly

theMcCartney  paths

of yesterday

 

in metered rhymes

with metaphors

of sounds of silence

of days of yore,

in turning pages

of novels read

the musicality

in my head

 

my soul it speaks.

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like the poem and the repetition. The soul does speak, does observe, does act.
There are souls on a mission. You are on a poetic endevour.
Bravo!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Sami. You've made my day!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Brava. I enjoyed. My soul listens, to the winds of change and the falling tears; like raindrops in the storm. I hear the children crying; hungry in their beds. Of course I see the flowers blooming and ushering in the Spring but the sunshine of my soul is knowing the children are all fed. My soul listens; to the rattling of sabers and the snarling dogs of war when governments raise their greedy voices and grab with greedy hands all the hard work of the poor people; their homes and lives and lands. My heart remembers; when there was peace and now, with certain nostalgic longing, the voice of music and laughter on the breeze. It hurts my soul; these things it hears but my heart is open like the listener's ear; like a book to tell a tale of heartbreak, loss and woe. The Spring rains have washed the ashes from my mind. All around the grass is green and glistening. But there are whispers spoken only in the dark; on the other side of town, even when no one is listening. Still, my soul listens.

[Kelly Scheppers]

A review most poignantly written very much in the context of a poem! How dear you are! Thank you, Fabian!

[red93]

I love this Kelly and yr rich vein of poetic form continues. 'McCartney paths' indeed. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Tony! I would be lost without you warming my days!

[red93]

✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Soren]

Flashing sparks in this poem ignite passing thoughts.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Much obliged for your kindness of words. Thank you, Soren!

[Michael Sun Bear]

Very nicely written Kelly. You have a way of using an economy of words to produce simple, elegant imagery that touches on things important to me: this time it’s nature, birds, weather, music, books. So much of your work is like an acupuncture of the heart and mind for me, a word here, a line there are the needles into the spiritual network of my being, eliciting bittersweet memories, feelings, beauty. Thank you. MSB

[Kelly Scheppers]

To be able to capture what a reader feels themselves, is the ultimate pleasure for me. Thank you, Michael. I am thrilled you enjoyed it!

[Dorian]

Deep and windy poem, like the winds kiss the words. Good poem

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Dorian!

[Amy R]

Your poem revolves around the deep, often unspoken communication between the soul and the external world. Very brilliant poem, great imagery to..

-Amy

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Amy! I am most happy to meet you!

[Amy R]

You're welcome and same. Keep good

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“of cups of coffee
brewing slow
stirring sweetly
theMcCartney paths
of yesterday”
Dearest Kelly you are my sister in song and memory with these musical lines. Beautiful metaphor, imagery, alliteration, onomatopoeia, and speaking souls… your gorgeous lines are a magic carpet ride through times and thoughts that flowed, renewed, inspired… Brava Queen!🙌😘

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your presence here means so much to me, Annette. Thank you most kindly, and know you are never far from my thoughts!

[Stella Armour]

Hi Kelly, the sounds of silence can be beautiful indeed to the soul. Simon and Garfunkel wrote the most amazing lyrics that do linger as classics.
We do not always need words to speak when our souls are soothed by the music and words of others....
Poetry is rhythmic and a kind of music after all...

[Kelly Scheppers]

I've always felt that music influenced my love of poetry. It's hard to conceive of a world without one or the other. Thank you, Stella!

[Stella Armour]

Kelly, i seldom have any poetic inspiration without music helping it along... one goes in hand with the other for people like us.

Stella

[jacob erin-cilberto]

OMG I love this one..."theMcCartney paths/ of yesterday" Such a clever metaphor.
and "pea soup dawns" i want to sup on those...I love pea soup and dawns, so put together? absolutely.
and "sounds of silence" "Hello Darkness my old friend" (the personification of that) and reference to S&G...
This poem it speaks!

[Kelly Scheppers]

I enjoy writing musical connotations in my poetry. Thanks, J!