Elizabeth Wesley Poet Free verse

Yesterdays

She swept the side effects of yesterday
Into an unknown place where
Longing transcends the ache
Of remembered years that cling
To wounds that never heal.

The haunting specter of childhood ghosts
Lost in some nostalgic fantasy
Sift sad shadows from the past;
Unwilling to release the pain
That surrounds her days and nights
With the relentless intensity
Of memories that will not fade.

Perhaps time is ready to embrace
The ceaseless repetition of all
The yesterdays, todays and tomorrows
Bringing reality to a new transition;
So the shutters of her mind closed
And in her darkness she found release.

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Keith Bickerstaffe October 20, 2012 at 6:55 PM Even with free verse you sustain a cadence that is as smooth as silk... such strong emotions expressed in your own inimitable style. Excellent word use! Love, Keith

Jack Ellison October 6, 2012 at 11:02 AM A great write, my dear friend... kudos! Love and hugs, Jack xox

Mohammad Yamin September 22, 2012 at 7:07 PM A beautiful depiction of the remnants of the gloomy past. In my experience the horror stays like a cancer. And thanks elizabeth for your kind comments on my poem Let there be Light. It pleases me to see that you have full insight into the cause my poem is pursuing. The poem aims at awakening the conscience of the evil doers. I wish you and other right thinking writers and poets to write against corruption and amassing of dirty money. Most appropriately run a contest on this topic. Rg -Mohammad

Kevin Clark August 30, 2012 at 5:05 PM I see by the comments you were sick. I hope you are well now. This poem is very deep. Sometimes depression and sickness brings out the best poetry. I know it does in me.

Bl Devnath August 24, 2012 at 10:22 AM Hidden passion comes out in to wonderful words. Loved always, bl

Dan Kearley August 23, 2012 at 11:59 PM I'm speachless? :oO The deepness,and beauty of it...I'll be adding another one to the collection. ;o)

George Aul August 21, 2012 at 10:37 AM Very nice........... George

Sukmawati Komala August 21, 2012 at 9:41 AM Brilliant Write Eliz..enjoy this much..nice share :) wish you all the best :) SK

Daver Austin August 21, 2012 at 9:31 AM Have I seen this one before? I've such a terrible memory. Anywho - Do I find death in the last line? Probably death is the only release from all the yesterdays, eh? Duh. I'm so slow these days. If I'm off track, LIz, filll me in. Love, daver

M. Hussain Effendi August 20, 2012 at 2:15 PM I was just going through Yasmin Khan's comment where she inquired about your health, I wish you speedy recovery, my dear friend Elize. Your work is indeed an inspiration for part timers like myself, I hope to see much more of it

Andrea Dietrich August 19, 2012 at 10:29 AM hey, Lizzy, how have you been? Put up some new poetry, my friend! Elizabeth Wesley August 19, 2012 at 1:38 PM I'm hacking my way into oblivion with this terrible cough. Willing to share as I have more than enough if you can handle it,,, any takers?

Kash Poet August 19, 2012 at 8:56 AM A wonderful heartfelt poem by you Elizabeth!Thanks for visiting and reading my poem.

Tim Ryerson August 19, 2012 at 8:39 AM Troubling but beautiful verse about ghosts from the past, Elizabeth...I like the optimism and hope expressed in the last verse....Have a blessed Sunday - Tim

Laura Breidenthal August 16, 2012 at 6:06 PM What an incredible and moving poem this is. Thank you for this. I'm sorry I havn't been on the soup lately, but thanks a million for your support on my poetry. Keep writing! Always, Laura

Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. August 15, 2012 at 2:28 AM Great job on expressing yourself as in your emotion. Tony

Lizzie Treetop August 15, 2012 at 12:46 AM Very deep very beautiful, very heart felt a magnicent piece. You are a very special poet Elizabeth my dear friend, and I hope that you like myself are dancing on mountain tops even though at times the rocks of life can be sharp and require a very skilled dancer! Elizabeth Wesley August 19, 2012 at 1:36 PM My mountain has a top and a bottom. I travel between the two points frequently.

Sara Kendrick August 14, 2012 at 10:01 AM Enjoyed reading this one today..I am glad that I chose it...Sometimes childhood is not a happy contented time for a child and it leaves deep scars..Sara

Len Gasun August 14, 2012 at 8:57 AM Sad but awesome write. Bless you always!

Richard Palmer August 14, 2012 at 6:19 AM hope she prayed in the darkness,and the release she found was God,great sad write Elizabeth

Robert Pettit August 14, 2012 at 2:29 AM A very thought-provoking read. I have a lot of childhood ghosts that haunt me also.

Robert Johnson August 13, 2012 at 2:48 PM My Gosh, you do get your share of visits. :) I guess they're like me, they miss you when your gone. Sure enjoyed your visit to my poems. And deep within the shadows the past begins to show. A ray of light like a black hole that shows you where to go. The emptiness of reminicing that brings with it the dawn. Sends the heart a new beginning to help it carry on. Take Care Elizabeth, and so will I.

Jack Horne August 13, 2012 at 1:55 PM Powerful write indeed, my friend - your free verse is as good as your rhyming verse; which style do you prefer? I like FV now, but still prefer to write in rhyme

Dinda Minardi August 13, 2012 at 9:14 AM A very heartfelt write every girl can relate, Elizabeth. Always glad to read urs this night :). thanks for stopping by. Dinda

John Loving Iii August 13, 2012 at 8:29 AM having a bad season. i've been fired rehired, robbed, scamed, having break ups, in a dry spell, and quit my job today. trying to climb out before considering suicide. it's bad. but the other day johnny wrote "still". it's comming up on the season when i lost april, next month.

Harry Horsman August 13, 2012 at 4:32 AM Whew, Elizabeth, i wait anxiously for your poetry, and it never let's one down, it is so beautiful. such profound sadness here, the last stanza is scary though, reads like death the only relief.

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