* Waiting Poem by Linda Ori
* Waiting
Tell me not of forgotten dreams
For dreams are fleeting -
Life's reality holds steadfast,
No room for dreams now
Only today's stark coldness
Shivers the magical song
That once embraced my heart;
Tell me not of forgotten hopes
For hopes are fading -
This is all there is now,
Nothing more than shadow -
Muted watery images
Void of color and sound
No longer breathing life;
Everything so far away now -
Love scattered on the wind,
Fragile petals blown and bruised
Dashed and broken - bleeding
Unrealized, unfulfilled,
Never to feel your lifeblood
Ignite my soul................................
I am a ghost waiting to be reborn.
You've used the analogy of the ghost to great efffect here... isn't that exactly how ghosts are? Lost tween time and place waiting for someone/something to release their spirit from the anguish that they feel. I like the effects your poem had on me, it resonates deeply. A most poignant write. HG: -) xx
It is better to know who you are even if it you are a ghost. Make the best of it.
Utterly heart-wrenchingly enchanting. Not a spell-binding word wasted. t x
Linda, you have made the saddest tale so beautiful. Your poem flows like music - the phrasing, the choice of words, the honesty of your emotional angst (never indulged in) . Ironic that pain can press such beautiful creative buttons. A stunningly beautiful poem. Love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/20/2024 10:26:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
while reading your above poem i recall Oscar Wilde who said -We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Liked your poem very much Linda-great poem