New One
Treble
Flipping through hearts
No flame to touch
Except the holiest of hope
Pure light nourishes
The branches flipping alight
With frequent tips in season
Of the son
Little shards strike my foot
Again, but
Before long gone
I don't want to die here
Immortal is the soul
They say in Heaven
As only the holy know
Trust oh sacred tree
Bear not this premonition
This touch is like a cool breeze
To the spirit, to the whole of me
Sleeping beauties before me
Matter so much more
Nostalgia is a cup I cannot drink
I'd rather lift my head up
Poems I, by Lisa A Lachapelle, Indie Published:
By Lisa Lachapelle, Writer, Author. More of her work here and here.
About the Creator
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author
Published Poet and Author. Making rainy days feel like Sundays with words.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Comments (1)
I love your poems you are a great poet.