I plucked my soul out of its secret place,
And held it to the mirror of my eye,
To see it like a star against the sky,
A twitching body quivering in space,
A spark of passion shining on my face.
And I explored it to determine why
This awful key to my infinity
Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace.
And if the sign may not be fully read,
If I can comprehend but not control,
I need not gloom my days with futile dread,
Because I see a part and not the whole.
Contemplating the strange, I'm comforted
By this narcotic thought: I know my soul.
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Wow, this is wonderful! I look forward to reading more of your inspiring work!
Hugs,
Bella Vita -
i just love the poem, keep it up , any way send me copies.
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I felt moved by this poem, the author it seems is attempting to look inside himself, to the very depths of his soul. How profound a feeling to actually see what others may see, or perceive they do.
A spark of passion shining on my face - and only the owner of the face knowing why it is there and why!
It leaves the reader asking questions, not just of the poem but ourselves too.
A beautiful, heart moving poem.
Vonnie~
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