This morning I wanted to wear a poem,
Around my Soul,
As if it were a scarf, around my neck.
I looked into the heavenly mirror,
And wondered if the poem I chose,
Made my Soul look big.
Is it that humility should be honoured,
Above all things.
Or maybe this is a rehearsal,
For what sister Death brings.
I know the poem didn’t match my outfit,
But the Angels were too polite to say.
Instead they gave me a Sun in the sky,
A clear blue halo, grass of green,
And the knowledge that it is good.
From now on I intend to wear a song around
my heart,
As a peacock might show bright feathers .
And I hope this song makes my
heart look big.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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- Published: March 24th, 2025 01:40
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Comments4
Now this one gives me โpoem envyโ so tell me how this depicts my soul! Liked and Faved ๐คฉ๐๐ป๐
Thanks for your comments mi amigo.Always appreciated
Youโre welcome ๐๐ป๐๏ธ
Keep that brightness shining from your words David.
Andy
Will do Andy.Time to follow your lead. Thanks for commenting
Now that is what I call a poem. The image choices and metaphors chosen are great. This one gets a fave
Thank you so much.Coming from you that is praise indeed.Much appreciated
A wonderful write creating a lovely image as the write flows, enjoyed the read
Thank you for your kind comments.
You are very welcome
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