Lost Ardor

Lingering whispers,
Fall flat on deaf ears.
Nobody left,
But the sound of silent fears.

Everlasting touches,
Settled on soft skin.
No longer to be caressed
By anything than what has been.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I am taken aback by the simplistic approach of telling a story in so few of words, Sarah!! That first stanza is gorgeous to me.... You take me to a funeral I had of one of the most special people in my life and not many knew it until the day of the funeral when I showed up with some peaches. lol Long story, but that story is also on here, as well. The mutual feeling of this person gone from me was both a guilty one and also one that felt angry that I was left here without her in my life anymore. I grieve an echoing silence and that is where your poem livens up such emotions once thought to be selfish, and/or personal to only me. The last stanza you have written "Beautiful!!".... lays so sweet a tone of reverence and longing that gets misplaced and distorted to some degree as time passes. Wonderful job!! Beautiful, Sarah.... xoxo -Mark

[MAC]

nicely done...has an easy flow to it that gently arouses the senses. excellent write!

[4$H]

Small, simple and Powerful. An amazing read :) < 3

[Steve]

I'm humbled by this poetic skill.

[Sarah F-W]

And now I'm to find myself blushing, much appreciated. :)

[Steve]

Just being honest. :0)

[zainul]

Nice expression of lost ardor with imagery.

[Sarah F-W]

Thank you so much.

[zainul]

You are most welcome.:)