Spirit Mother

She walks on forgotten whispers

gown blowing in lost conversations

She smiles at rays of sunshine

that fall on extinct nations

 

She talks to troubled spirits

hands gesturing in the moonlight

She frowns at falling teardrops

lost amid the stars so white

 

She lingers in the autumn breeze

tresses weaving about her face

She sighs at languages long lost

at human wars for greed, for race

 

She cries as forests fall in silence

gracefully slipping slowly away

She turns her eyes in shame and sorrow

and fades into the coming day

 

 

Reviews

[Dianah]

Beautiful from the opening line to the end. Great flow. Melancholic but lovely.

[Spilled Her Guts in Cur..]

A really beautifully written piece of writing i loved the first line especially.

[Anya]

Stunning.... beautiful.... I can't stop looking at your amazing work! The first few lines are my favorite. Honestly, this poem is simply gorgeous!

[Gandré]

Oh this was vivid... you gave the moment a beauty wrapped in veil.. thank you for entering my contest. Every stanza was just perfect.

[John Morris]

This is beutiful, well written and very very good. I really like this.

[Lexi Nicole]

I love the poetic language in this, it's beautiful. So graceful, and the imagery is exceptional. Great write!

-Howl

[Tallulah]

This is lovely. Its written so gracefully it makes you catch your breath. Your imagery is so vivid.
When you read it its kinda like its being whispered. I love it.
She walks on forgotten whispers"
^ My fave line. its so pretty.