Observer of a Gentle Soul
And as she called it love
and put him on his very own pedestal
she knew deep within
that it wasn’t
all I could do is watch in complete silence
she was beautiful
yet eyes seemed empty
sunken as the depth of the deepest sea
soulless, a one-way ticket bound for abyss
the saddest thing was
she could never see it for herself
blinded by her need not to acknowledge the truth
glancing into the broken mirror
was something she could never bring herself to do
for fear of being unfaithful to weakness and denial
so she just brushed it all off
as if it was dust from her bookshelf
reading, oh yes
she loved to read
yet she lost her passion for opening the pages
she left her books upon those shelves
covered in thick dust
and all he did
was remind her
she was worth nowt
nothing, nada, niente
until one day
and quite out of nowhere
she found the courage
to stand up for herself
the pedestal finally taken back abruptly
those dark dense shelves now dust free
Just open books of her favorite poets
men who actually taught her something
of love, of dignity and of pride
once again, she believed
in each morning
and in each flower that bloomed
she now dusts those beautiful books
with eyes that sparkle
her soul finally returned
the thing most extraordinary to me?
she never spoke with a voice of anger
of those darkest of moments
she'd simply say…
“I wouldn't be me without them
because, acquiring knowledge is always a lesson
even if it’s most unpleasant”
and I?
well, I silently admire her beauty
from my reflection
in my now...
unbroken mirror.
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You talk of the heart and soul of the poet being in their writing. Well it is here Shirley. I am reminded of a line from a Counting Crows song called Mrs. Potter's Lullaby. The line says "there's a piece of Maria in every song that I write." And I believe there is a piece of the poet in every poem they write.
I think you build towards the conclusion we, as readers, all want so expertly and within that there are so many beautiful poetic phrase. "Sunken as the depth of the deepest sea" is brilliant and it has alliteration.
As a Northener how can I not love "nowt." It sort of comes out of nowhere but I absolutely love it. Not a word you see that often in a poem. From this point the poem changes and I love "the pedestal taken back abruptly." Yay.
The return of dust to the poem is good and alliteration of "dark, dense shelves."
But for me the twist at the end is genius.
Another wonderful poem to wake up to my dear friend. 🌹
Oh Bernie, what a genius review you so very generously give, one poets soul to another my dear friend, if I told you this is written from a perspective of my first love, it was rotten, yet brought me to where and who I am today. Amazing you always pick my most favourite lines. We certainly live and learn from life's ups and downs , I couldn't be prouder to share my scribbles with other amazing writers such as you Bernie, you give my work such meaning and strength. From the pit of my soul I thank you. 🌹
No thank you dear friend. I love your writing and whatever I say about it, I feel sort of lead there, if that doesn't sound weird.
Honestly I thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you write and what you say about my writing. 🌹