encountering

a soft whisper
speaks from behind.
a look back
to see formation of tears.

stranger

a queer conversation
spoken only with passion.

an identity
soon changed.
a memory
forever to remain.

Reviews

[Legacy]

seeker341,

I have read many of your works and they all have a poetically intellectual tone, it works well through you and I have not one negative thing to critique you with.

Your lack of capitals seems to turn your words into whispers or thoughts, rather than statements, while retaining your voice of importance.

I think the quieter someone speaks to us the more we have to listen, for that I resound bravo, for you have captured this within these lines.

If I had to pick a favorite place within this poem, I believe it would fall somewhere between the first whisper and a memory remained.

Great job on this write and all I have read thus far, you are on to your personal mastery of writing.

Keep posting and please keep writing,

Legacy

I do ask one favor, please enter this into the Enlightenment contest for Poetic Infusion Society...

[Emily B]

did you know that passion and patience come from the same Latin root - it means to suffer

but then, I expect you did know that

And if passion, means to suffer, compassion means to suffer with or for someone, so passion means to suffer alone?

[.]

This is layered poetic prose..you build a picture, while retaining a element of ambiguity..It's gentle and soft..lovely work

[Chris]

We've many 'tones' to our presence and moods with which we deal as we must. Some want a Sensai - a guide through the trials and travails of life... others walk their own paths - their own way.

And here is where it gets - interesting. We can write to listen to our thoughts - not a second of facetiousness. Some write to give themselves focus on what they think and how to be. We can write to be heard. Some write to espouse what they are concerned about and to share opinions, views, their understandings of things and life. We can write to share, tell stories, give and gain insights, hell - even make a living or better. WE CHOOSE our reason... the reader chooses our purpose.

Don't lose your self in the esoteric quiet... unless its what YOU want.

Chris

[Darkest Rose]

Absolutely love this piece! Love the part 'An identity soon changed.a memory forever to remain.' It flows really well.Super poem :)

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very poignant poetry
the last four lines
move to tears
i can so relate to them

[Tasha]

Simply amazing!
♥ Ta'Shandra