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The Soul of a Unwritten Poem

The Soul of an Unwritten Poem


A tear slides slowly down a baby’s cheek
Wind in the trees and the grass
Deer in the meadow so quiet and meek
Sunlight through coloured glass

Sounds of water in a brook in the spring
Clouds making shapes in the sky
The sweetness of birds when they start to sing
What it must feel like to fly

The feeling you get watching moonlight on leaves
Or watching your children now grown
This my heart and mind truly believes
Is the soul of an unwritten poem.

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Carrie Richards August 29, 2009 at 4:22 PM This is wonderful. I share your thoughts quite often, watching my own grown children, feeling with my heart the change, the seasons, the moonlight. Poetry is such a expression of those things that come to mind. Nicely said....Carrie

John Freeman August 29, 2009 at 3:56 PM Beautiful way to express the inspiration of an unwritten poem, as I assume this to be, good form, enjoyable to read. Sincerely Moses

Sara Kendrick August 29, 2009 at 3:54 PM I love this one. I enjoy putting nature down on paper and sometimes it gets turned into a poem but sometimes not but all has the potential. Keep writing. Sara