Audience of one

[gentlewind ~~(Serenity)]

Audience of just one

Next to me is a drawer
Inside it holds my thoughts
All typed neatly stacked to the top

When the lights are low, the music soft
I can hear every one of those thoughts

Some cloaked in fabric a little tattered and torn
Fall into the grasp of my clenched lashes
Wetness englufs my cheeks

My song of hope lays deep within
Thousands of words whispering


Penned different times, different dates
My emotions they clearly state

Empathy sings my song of hope
Each to comfort note for note

[Artemis]

Absolutely beautifully crafted write. It spoke in gentle tones, vaguely sad but enchanting at the same time. It was subtle, fron the heart and beautifully penned. The way you portrayed your thoughts as being in a neat pile in a drawer was just perfect. It's funny, I kinda see my thoughts that way too, mostly hidden though.

I really loved this write, your soul is so true, so honest and gentle. Hugs, Kerry xx

[gentlewind ~~(Serenity)]

thank you for the nice words.
I think most of us who write have stacks of poems.
Some never posted and some rewrote a 100 times
and still never posted or forgotten about...
Isn't it nice to know we control those thoughts.
No one else has power over them

Hugs

Gentlewind

[Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com]

Gentlewind, this is just beautiful, so tender and honest:

Some cloaked in fabric a little tattered and torn
Fall into the grasp of my clenched lashes
Wetness englufs my cheeks

What emotions we put into our work no one else really can know can they? I am so glad you're here with us. Cookie time. Baked with love.