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

[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!

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

You had me with this wonderful line: theMcCartney paths... of yesterday.
Which happens to be my favorite all time Beatles song along with Let it Be.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Carlos! So good to see you here.

[Lorry]

Just read Vol talking of fog n cold and now you Kelly talking of pea soup dawns.... what on earth is going on with the world?
It gets weirder... Scotland and the rest of the uk were warmer than Greece today. No warning, nothing!
Had to whip off tge old thermals and other four layers of clothing off, as well as my waterproofs before i dribbled away into a puddle!
My soul speaks to me too, but usually only to enquire why i chose Scotland to be born in and arent i due a holidat to somewhere tropical soon? 😜

[Kelly Scheppers]

I don't think you're in any way responsible for being born in Scotland, Lorry. Hope you get your tropical vacay soon. Just watch out for those coconuts falling from the trees! ; )

[Lorry]

That would just be my luck, dying on a tropical island by coconuticide! 😜

[MCS]

The mind is its thoughts, the heart is its desires, and the soul is its experiences; thank you for this reminder that results in much-needed harmony.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I always find harmony in your writings, Mary. There's always a message ingrained within your verses that leaves the reader with something, in walking away. Thank you so much for your visit today!

[Vol]

Kelly
And in a beautiful language! I think it speaks because it knows how to listen...
Vol

[Kelly Scheppers]

I've always referred to it as "listening to the warm." It's a voice that resonates within us. All we need do is to listen. Thank you, Vol. I'm feeling the sunshine you bring!

[Vol]

Kelly,
It is a very strange thing to be from the east where the hills and mountains are carpeted in trees with splashy creeks and to now find myself out here in the west where what trees there are short, water starved, any corpse is at the inaccessible bottom of a ravine where there is a little more moisture. Your poem takes me back to heaven...
Vol