But--The Spirit Cannot Be Silenced So Easily (2018)

But--The Spirit Cannot Be Silenced So Easily (2018)

A Poem by Wesley Dingler


     I

There once was a time

  When I sought to try

And bury my soul

  Deep within the soil,

Beneath a darkened sky.


     II

I thought that might rid me

  Of the roots to my misery,

And leave my heart

  A blank canvas to start

Over with--honestly.


     III

But, the spirit cannot be

  Silenced so easily,

I found,

  As my soul dug its way

Up from the ground,

  And came now

To repay me--


   FIRST LAMENT

  I felt the presence outside,

  Thinking now that I

  Could hide for a while;

  But not even for a night--


  Woe in the wake of a soul

  Who knows vengeful delight.



     IV

For a moment there,

  I could honestly swear

My heart had altogether stopped;

  And the blood in my veins

Went cold in its spot,

  As I stood solid there.


     V

There was a voice in my mind,

  Whispering “Just close your eyes,

Or steady your hands,

  Cover them and

Everything will be fine come morning light.”


     VI

But, the spirit cannot be

  Blocked so easily,

I found,

  As my soul clawed its way

Up from the ground,

  And came now

To repay me--


   SECOND LAMENT

  I felt the presence outside,

  Thinking now that I

  Could hide for a while;

  But never completely out of sight--


  Woe in the wake of a soul

  Who knows vengeful delight.

© 2020 Wesley Dingler


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Nice use of imagery to bury your misery and I feel bad that your soul wants revenge. It makes me ponder the question of whether our soul is separate from us and can seek revenge. I sure hope not. I like to think we are our souls and the physical is guided by the spiritual. On the other hand maybe perhaps we do battle with our "other" selves at times. Nice imagery.

Posted 5 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wesley Dingler

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Gregory. Sorry I missed this one, but I'm happy you enjoyed it so.



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"There was a voice in my mind,

Whispering “Just close your eyes,

Or steady your hands,

Cover them and

Everything will be fine come morning light.”

Posted 4 Years Ago


I found,
As my soul dug its way
Up from the ground,
And came now
To repay me--

I LOVED this part, it's like you're wanting the past to come back.
This is so good.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love how your word choices seem to hug the sound of an old elizabethan style lament while also reading in a more straightforward & easy-to-visualize way like modern poetry. I love the title line & the way you wove it into your other verses. I love the way you wind around slowly to make a detailed point that ends in the title-line sentiments (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wesley Dingler

5 Years Ago

Her entire album The Ghost Who Walks is like musical gold to me.
She and Caroline LaVelle hav.. read more
barleygirl

5 Years Ago

Thank you for turning me on to this music . . . I'll listen to more of it later when my internet pla.. read more
Wesley Dingler

5 Years Ago

No problem.
Music is love.
Wesley, this is an alternate twist to the body and soul as one, to the soul's separation (or bisection) from the body. You've expressed your thoughts nicely in a nice rhythmic poetic form. This almost sounds like the lyrics to a song. Great job and keep writing. I enjoyed it immensely. :-)

Posted 5 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wesley Dingler

1 Year Ago

Thank you Tamara. Forgive me for not seeing this until a few years later. I dont know how this went .. read more
Great imagery inside this thought-provoking poem. That makes us ponder the questions of does the soul seek or want revenge?

Posted 5 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wesley Dingler

5 Years Ago

Thanks Dawn. Honestly, as a person who, in another life, suffered from depression, I considered as I.. read more
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BBP
Really enjoyed this. Dark beauty at it's best. The opening set the scene perfectly.

There once was a time

When I sought to try

And bury my soul

Deep within the soil,

Beneath a darkened sky.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wesley Dingler

5 Years Ago

Thank you, BBP. It had been so long, when i wrote this, since i had written anything darkly. i wonde.. read more
Nice use of imagery to bury your misery and I feel bad that your soul wants revenge. It makes me ponder the question of whether our soul is separate from us and can seek revenge. I sure hope not. I like to think we are our souls and the physical is guided by the spiritual. On the other hand maybe perhaps we do battle with our "other" selves at times. Nice imagery.

Posted 5 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wesley Dingler

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Gregory. Sorry I missed this one, but I'm happy you enjoyed it so.
A solid work of spirituality that inspires and never expires. The only constant is change as a wise man said before and the only way out is listen to the voice and feel the presence of the divine and heed His commands as you marvelously state.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wesley Dingler

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Sam, my friend. I love that you liked it.
Sami Khalil

6 Years Ago

You are welcome.
Hi Wesley,

Nice story/poem. Nice solid and ephemeral images.
I particularly liked the last lines;
"Woe in the wake of a soul
Who knows vengeful delight." Keep up the good work. Earl


Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Wesley Dingler
Wesley Dingler

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I was born in Central Alabama February 27, 1985. I'm a Piscean and love it. I began writing poetry and child stories at age nine. I began home schooling after the Sixth Grade, having a lot of troub.. more..

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