Stains of sorrow from ages past
capture frost within the haze.
ย A spiritย scarred,ย of treasures stripped,
It yearns to find the way.
Haunted by a stillness cruel,
this wanderer amongst the trees.
Solemn, aching, silently–
she fades into the breeze.
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Categories: All Poetry, Poetry by Phoebe



Hi PuppyDoc As she passed into another realm of existence! So Nice. Thank you for liking “Flock!” Peace and Best Wishes. TheFoureyedPoet.
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Hi PuppyDoc. knowing the past could not be changed! Thank you for liking “My Own Humility!” Peace and Best Wishes. TheFoureyedPoet.
There are many out in our world who live such spectral lives…, born with nothing, passing through life with nothing, and leaving this world without a trace. Sad. A beautifully written poem though, Phoebe. ๐
Yes, that is very sad indeed…
Dear Dr. Phoebe,
Great line, “wanderer among the trees.” I often have this dream of walking in the forest. Love that line in your poem.
Sincerely,
Richard
Thank you, Richard. ๐
Kinda Keatsian … can’t resist quoting the end of ‘La Belle Dame’, sorry …
She took me to her Elfin grot,
ย ย ย ย ย ย And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
ย ย ย ย ย ย With kisses four.
And there she lullรจd me asleep,
ย ย ย ย ย ย And there I dreamedโAh! woe betide!โ
The latest dream I ever dreamt
ย ย ย ย ย ย On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
ย ย ย ย ย ย Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They criedโโLa Belle Dame sans Merci
ย ย ย ย ย ย Thee hath in thrall!โ
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
ย ย ย ย ย ย With horrid warning gapรจd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
ย ย ย ย ย ย On the cold hillโs side.
And this is why I sojourn here,
ย ย ย ย ย ย Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
ย ย ย ย ย ย And no birds sing.
Love it! ๐