I knocked on the door of limbo,
where the breathless rest,
neither damned nor divine,
but I was not even shadow enough
to be let in.
They saw my name
unwritten,
unwitnessed
and turned me away like a sin
never spoken aloud.
So I walked the earth
as half a ghost,
haunting the body
I was born into.
Categories:
unwitnessed, lost,
Form: Free verse
Devotion Poem. MY PLEAS
(For Jim) ***
I’ll call out for you
All the enchanted,
The splendors
all usually
unwitnessed by
the average day’s
Noticed sights and
The sweeter songs
blue butterflies
hear, and which
sound unto
Composers’ ears days
before they’re
written.
I’ll plead colors of joy
encircle you like a
Future-come more
Than this present
noon…
A future drawing of itself
Reborn, with you
A Phoenix rising
On the dawn of peace.
This is a poem that has no end…
and as I wait, will please find none.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 10/7/21
Categories:
unwitnessed, devotion, emotions, husband, love,
Form: Free verse
Unbroken unridden
Unseen unforbidden
Unbridled running free
Unwitnessed through the trees >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Unknown but unto thee
Unequaled in romance
Unambiguous lance
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Categories:
unwitnessed, allusion, fantasy, myth,
Form: Verse
Alarm bells are ringing,
a familiarity forgotten.
A code I can not remember,
my brain corrupt with data.
Evolutions unwitnessed by me,
I was never invited into broken heart,
this fading away.
Your scent, recognised by my memory,
like a photograph fading in reverse.
I am in the darkroom, undeveloped,
I won't see who I'll become.
I am on display, out of sight,
my stealth is my stillness.
No one expects me here,
obligatory blindness.
Oh how I would scream,
eternities passed and you are here.
beyond all my hopes,
an impossible dream.
My heart will stop,
my thoughts will cease,
but for now,
you
are here.
Categories:
unwitnessed, confusion, dark, health,
Form: I do not know?
Time has created writers of century
Praised aloud for writings honorary
Prized globally with invaluable glory
Turning lines to deep thinking story
Magic of dots lead revolution purely
Unleashing world’s important history
Coining perfect pieces called literary
Lines curving to meaning revolutionary
Endowment to write thoughts freely
Though some being looked at angrily
Still the words shining more brightly
Eternal gift of Locke, Voltaire, Rousseau …
Pen is a mightier weapon said truly
Those who deny know not its beauty
Played ne with unequalled lines simply
Unwitnessed so far the unveiled mystery
Languages varied , spoken distinctly
Yet idée exchanged among commonly
Lines need a glance of heart’s purely
Then ideas turn to innovation surely
O Line! Has a start, ends with finally
Nevertheless continues even blankly
So many meanings in dictionary
Form conversations even nonverbally
Parts, Play, prose or poetry
Adds life to non breathing – silently
Writers gifted to use its versatility
Line turned a treasure noted timely
Four letter carries connotation widely
Unseen still there …simply…plainly…explicitly
Categories:
unwitnessed, imagination, on writing and
Form: Rhyme