They said that of course the soul could not be seen
but mine was translucent white
exuding a gentle light
nestled there deep within my being
Every second week I took stock
of edges darkened by childish venial fault
and with whispered sins in a dark wood box
I made it clean.
a brilliant idea and style, a short but wonderful poem. loved it.
Very original thought, I like it's poetical ideal. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
They said that of course the soul could not be seen but mine was translucent white exuding a gentle light nestled there deep within my being..a beautiful vision of the soul in light residing in your innermost recess. fine poem.. repenting..... will make it more dwell in light........ thank u dear poet. tony
With whispered sins in a dark wood box....Thanks for sharing with us...
A kind of confessional box I believe, (could it now be pandora's box?) A really good piece of work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, short, meaningful and poignant. Just had to read it once again. RoseAnn