Runs deep...

Runs deep...

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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My scars run deep, like a river...

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My scars run deep, like a river

In the sacred blackness of my soul

Even sun drenched shadows

Fall dark on my lavender light…

What can be done to brighten

Days of hopeless rage and pain

A hand to hold in silence

A gentle kiss of comfort

Your promise of forever

Is my sunrise…Hides my shame…

I will wait for your voice

Soft as the scent of vanilla

And linger in the light of your shadow

Always...

 

© 2009 An owl on the moon


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Somehow, in spite of the opening lines, this poem flows like a gentle stream. You use phrases without sharp angles: 'Even sun drenched shadows .. Fall dark on my lavender light�' I can visualise what you've written.

As to: ' .. will wait for your voice .. Soft as the scent of chamomile .. And linger in the light of your shadow .. Always ..' that seems to imply hope and want and, in such a beautiful way.

Thank you, yet again, for sharing your delicate skill.





Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Soft and beautifully sad...

"I will wait for your voice
Soft as the scent of chamomile
And linger in the light of your shadow
Always..."

Such a perfect, gentle ending
Ty for entering!

Lynda







Posted 15 Years Ago


What a deeply thoughtful piece of longing for love... you put a certain bliss into a piece that seems of loneliness as you never give up on the one you love.

Posted 16 Years Ago


What can be done to brighten

Days of hopeless rage and pain

A hand to hold in silence

A gentle kiss of comfort

Your promise of forever

Is my sunrise�Hides my shame�


such a beautiful,sad,hopeful and deep piece of work.
someone whos went through much hardship wishing for their happy ending.
magnificent.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Enjoyed the way you turned this poem from hard and painful to gentle and loving with thoughts of her. Nicely done...it convinces me that she is able to make you the best version of yourself. Lovely.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Craig this poem rocked me! I felt like I was floating through it while reading it. I love the lines 'your promise of forever, is my sunrise...hides my shame.. Well done and thankyou x

Posted 16 Years Ago


Craig this poem rocked me! I felt like I was floating through it while reading it. I love the lines 'your promise of forever, is my sunrise...hides my shame.. Well done and thankyou x

Posted 16 Years Ago


The poem begins with darkness and then quickly lightens up.

I like the way you offer a way out of darkness and into the light!

Posted 16 Years Ago


This was good, a double meaning I saw in this. On the surface is told of you, and your scars and pain. underneath is depicted the image of a man who has sold their soul to the mistress of fate. Broken, waiting for her next command. Helpless to act with out her consent.

Subtle emotions guided the undercurrent of this piece, while powerful images blasted the reader on the surface.

A joy to read!
Aaron Maycroft

Posted 16 Years Ago


Such a gentle and strong poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Somehow, in spite of the opening lines, this poem flows like a gentle stream. You use phrases without sharp angles: 'Even sun drenched shadows .. Fall dark on my lavender light�' I can visualise what you've written.

As to: ' .. will wait for your voice .. Soft as the scent of chamomile .. And linger in the light of your shadow .. Always ..' that seems to imply hope and want and, in such a beautiful way.

Thank you, yet again, for sharing your delicate skill.





Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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