calm the lakes that bleed the river
as the mist drifts off its surface
rising upwards dissipating
torched by burnished morning sun
ghostly trails of veils now perish
as the light grows ever stronger
courage comes when it is needed
stay the course and see it done
now the sparkles dance on water
gleaming on the skin of ripples
i was born my father’s daughter
taught by him to overcome
go find inside
your strength he’d tell me
let the lion roar and freely
dig in deep and don’t succumb
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ghostly trails of veils now perish
as the light grows ever stronger;
two lines that dragged me in and kept me there a while.
very touching Cassie.
Thank you so much for stopping by. I appreciate your time.
I sense a father smiling with proud admiration for a talented daughter. 😉👍
Thank you AP. What a beautiful thought. I never wrote any poetry at all until after my Father died. I appreciate you. Have a good weekend.
Sometimes our parents can influence us in ways we never expected. I appreciate you too. Keep that quill wet. 😁👍
Nothing but beauty in every line
ghostly trails of veils now perish
as the light grows ever stronger
courage comes when it is needed
stay the course and see it done
Love these lines they speak loudly to me, I'm loving too your last lines, exquisite poetry as always dear Cassie. 🌹
Dear Teddy, thank you so much for another generous review. Pleased you enjoyed my poem. Have a beautiful weekend. 🌹
wow that is a beautful poem
you really are a talented daughter
your father must be truly proud of you you are a very talented writer xxx
Thank you Jim for your kindness. A lovely thought. He passed many years ago now. Have a beautiful weekend.
hi Cassie your poem is beautiful and touching
you have a talent for writing dont stop hope you have a nice weekend
dont get drunk well maybe just a few
keep writing xxx
I think everyone will have a few watching the match on Sunday. 🏴🏴🏴
A fine write Cassie.
KP tricks me for botox money. She says she's not a fierce lion, but a soft pussycat. Old trout, more like!
I'm horrible to her! heehee.
Poor Mrs Botox. I reckon you are quite a challenge for her. Just how long has she had to put up with you Orchi:)) Many thanks for stopping by.
Wow. This is like looking at a beautiful painting.
Many thanks for stopping by Thomas. I appreciate you.
You have overcome life to become the wonderful person you are Cassie.
Andy
Andy you are so kind:) Thank you for such an encouraging review. Have a wonderful weekend.
Fantastic, Cassie. Let the lion roar. Happy Friday!
Thank you so much Tom. Have a very happy Friday yourself. All the best.
A superb poem
I even read it twice! 👍
Your father was
a wise man,
terrific advice! 💯
Loved it! ☺️
Best wishes 🙏🌹
You know the fact that you read this twice has made my day. Thank you Thad. Have a happy Saturday.
Spectacular imagery in metaphor and a poem with a message. Very nicely written. The first stanza struck me hard with its beauty.
Thank you so much my friend for your encouraging words. You are appreciated. All the best.
It seems you were taught well, but then, like so many other things, that was never in doubt ..
My Dad taught me many things but I have learned too from others on my journey. Thank you Neville for stopping by with a kind review.
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