Soulful Poet
Soulful Poet ~
For years she lived alone in a cabin on the mountain,
Sitting up late almost every night, penning her thoughts.
So very much the young woman felt the strong need to write,
She was a soulful poet, wisdom came easily to her,
When did it all start, she wondered, how did she know what to write?
From whence her spiritual knowledge came she did not know.
She just knew it came from deep within her very soul.
For many years she lived in a cottage by the seaside,
Alone at night she would listen to soothing ocean waves.
Poetry formed in her mind as she walked on the beach
Every day, picking up seashells and small driftwood she found.
She spent her evenings writing all the poems she recalled
From the day, or before, poems that seemed from so long ago.
She just knew they came from deep within her very soul.
All her life she lived on the farm out in the countryside.
She had no desire to leave, nothing else she wanted to do,
But care for the chickens, gardens and oh so many cats.
Her evenings were spent writing of love, spirit, nature,
As she sat by the fireside, deep in thought, sometimes drifting
To places so familiar, yet knew she did not to them go.
She just knew she felt them from deep within her very soul.
All her adult life she lived in the city on the hill
Above the ocean, which inspired her to write love poems.
When she sat and read poetry to the elderly ones
In the rest home, memories would come quietly to her mind.
She could feel in her heart, see in her mind, sense a beloved.
Memories she felt were from somewhere so very long ago.
“Forget me not,” words came from deep within her very soul.
In a lovely little village she lived all her life long.
She lived with the spiritual knowledge she would soon return
To one she knew and loved so dearly in another time.
He came to her, her last night on Earth, her only beloved.
Soulful poet he called, for all eternity we belong
Together in spirit, we shall write of our love, always know
The love we have known comes from deep within our very soul.
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© 2016 Phyllis Doyle Burns
I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions.
I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am currently an author on HubPages.
Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader.
I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.
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A lovely emotive and warm rendering of spirit and our love of expression through words. Beautifully penned and expressed dear poet. Take care Phyllis.
Thank you so much, Tony. She held true through each life time. I so appreciate your support and encouragement. Take care.
A true picture of a poet’s inspiration.
Awww! Thank you, Lori. I appreciate that very much.
A lovely poem and beautifully expressed.The love we have known comes from deep within our very soul – so true.
Thank you so much, Nithya. Glad you enjoyed it. You are very kind.