Barbara Gorelick Poet Quatrain

Nothing Left

My words are lost on the wind
My steps erased by the sea
Thoughts evaporate in the mist
There is nothing left of me....


Perhaps you'll hear me in an echo
Or catch me in moonbeams that you see
But it will be a fleeting thing
For there is nothing left of me....

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Judy Konos March 19, 2011 at 1:14 PM I'll be sitting outside tonight looking for you on one of those moonbeams....A most enjoyable read...Thanks...

Gert W. Knop March 12, 2011 at 8:10 AM I do appreciate the read of these lines, Barbara, but our verses will remain, and that is more than enough!...All the best, Gert

John Loving Iii March 10, 2011 at 10:28 AM ashes to ashes and dust to dust. jhl

Jack Horne March 10, 2011 at 7:01 AM Thanks, Barbara - and congrats to you too : ) Jack

Andrea Dietrich March 9, 2011 at 11:57 PM wow, really nice, Barbara. wAs it for any contest? I'm gonna fave this one!

Carolyn Devonshire March 9, 2011 at 8:04 PM Meet me in Key West 30 and join me on a three-day charter fishing boat cruise. We'll snorkel over coral reefs in the Dry Tortugas. Seriously! You're invited! Love my LNC, Carolyn

Carolyn Devonshire March 8, 2011 at 9:39 AM There are times when we feel our imprints on this Earth have been meaningless. Such a thought-provoking poem, Barbara. It really reaches down into the reader's soul. Love, Carolyn

Nette Onclaud March 8, 2011 at 1:10 AM well, barbara .. you just left me breathless with this misty mystery! great stuff! :) huggs, nette

Larry Belt March 7, 2011 at 10:20 PM Wow Barb, what an awesome write.....Larry

Jessica Arteaga March 7, 2011 at 10:11 PM perhaps you hear in an echo or seen in a moonbeam, love that awesome.