Trudy Diane Rider Poet Free verse

Whispering Soul

Speak softly to my weary heart,
'lest it's shattered pieces collapse,
avalanching itself,
to be buried in the depths of sorrow,
never again to be recovered.

Hold gently my withered self esteem,
if you can find it,
'lest it disinegrate to the touch,
to be blown to the four winds,
never again to be recovered.

And gaze not into my sorrowful eyes,
'lest the floodgates burst forth,
for once the tears begin,
the bright eyes will go out,
never again to be recovered.

But, listen closely to my mournful soul,
'lest the goodness be forgotten,
for it whispers of dreams forsaken,
quivering like a flame in the breeze,
in hopes to be recovered.

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Jenish Somadas August 9, 2020 at 7:00 AM quivering like a flame in the breeze,.. Your whispers are sad but wrapped in poetic beauty.. Great write Trudy..

Preethi Narasimhan August 6, 2020 at 9:08 AM Your poem reminds me of the days, I was held captive in dark, stark space; That I sought anger to raze, 'Lest I shall be forgotten in the maze. That's the inspiration your words have me. xD

Mahtab Bangalee August 4, 2020 at 1:49 AM listen, listen and listen the whispering of mournful heart......it's beautiful poem; excellent

Carrie Richards September 28, 2008 at 5:51 PM So much melancholy in this write...so lovely yet, sad! You do such a fine job in all your poetry! Well done! ~Carrie

Sharon Winter September 27, 2008 at 4:54 PM Beautiful introspective write. A gentle request to be seen and understood, in hopes of rekindling dreams and following in their path. Your poetry is breathtaking. Emotion packed, yet filled with self knowledge and an inner strength. So much here. Just love it. Love, Shar