The labyrinth of my soul,
my very being,
an enigma to many,
an ethereal wonderland,
for those who see,
nothing as soft as a whisper,
stays for long,
but for a fading love song,
with a desire to serenade,
sends a melody that cascades,
the depth of my emotions,
smooth as velvet it begs,
touch me
About the Creator
Pamela Walsh-Holte
Retired social worker seaking to find my name among the "Chreators we are Loving", but alas it has not been so. Be still my heart, do not despair, your day may come...Until then I wait, anticipating some, be it ever so slight, recognition.
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It starts like this, fair readers: It's the early morning, and I've just stolen the last cup of coffee from the pot. I open up my brainstorming journal to scrappy pages, my laptop primed upon a dusty, glowing white screen; words either already written or about to be written upon the blank spaces.
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Comments (5)
So many sensual entries to this challenge. I loved this, Pamela.
This is wonderful Pamela. I read it inverse too, it works. Great poetry.
Pamela your writing skills are truly impressive. I loved it.
Really nice! ♥♥
Very nice