The trenches of the Soul

The trenches of the Soul

A Poem by Lady Ellen
"

I saw this contest and had an inspiration

"

 

Eyes are a wondrous marvel,

a delightful tool for sight,

the true windows of the soul,

brown, blue and soft green,

such treasures they hide unseen

yet,

there is still one miracle we have yet to grasp

a vast ocean of ethereal tides

hidden so deep in the trenches

of our subconscious minds.

 

To see with the eyes of our soul,

is a way to see depths untold

the many layers of lives we live

hidden deep within the minds of our tired old souls.

 

Countless years of milleniums,

deep vast oceans of time,

bring a cold and sometimes chilling relief,

so very briefly as we sleep

with the eyes of a dreamless sleep,

traveling through vast astral planes we softly creep,

how it fills our ethereal mind

with such wonders and unanswered questions

questions that need answers

and are answered with more questions.

 

The subconscious collects these travels

and bury's it in a deep landscape of space and time

like hidden lost treasures

that shipwreck deep within the creases of our mind.

 

Then to awaken and stir,

to another new sunrise,

caught between dreaming and awake

our subconscious still fully aware,

our physical conscious mind is without a care.

 

We now have our human eyes open for the day

our astral trip soon slips away

making coffee, and kids off to school

time for work becomes our golden rule.

deep we dive into the physical realities of the day

too busy to remember the dream

so lost in between it seems

and the questions remain unanswered.

 

The eyes of our soul

sees more than we can imagine

yet the physical world can be unrelenting

for in this world our conscious mind knows

there is no room for the spirit to soar

for when we try to fly

our thoughts soon drop to the floor.

 

Thank goodness for the dreamers,

who soon become doers,

and go forward driven by some unknown force

they help to make the world a better place

they bring a positive hope

never afraid to look deep inside

for somehow they remember,

TO REMEMBER THEIR DREAMS

© 2008 Lady Ellen


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this is a beautiful piece that reflects each persons hidden thoughts of dreams seeking to find the flow which in our lives it takes, you are right some are doers and others are thinkers but in the end we are what we make ourselves. this is an amazing piece hidden depth of intrigue and wonder looking for an out let wanting to explore not only the mind in which it was written from but that of the minds which will read the poem and say the words that come from a heart looking for what it could be to live with in thought.

my favorite lines...

"The eyes of our soul

sees more than we can imagine..."

these are what truly great writers are looking at souls for the purpose of who the soul is. beautifully written and well done. i enjoy taking time to read such beautiful words.



Posted 16 Years Ago


wow great inspiration and wonderufl words. good write!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Lady Ellen
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I go by the name Ellen. I am 41, been married to the same wonderful man for 24 years, and we have 5 children. I like swimming, hiking, riding atv, sword collecting, and I love fish and have many tank.. more..

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