Shed not a tear when I be gone,
Don’t wet your cheeks for me.
I’m in the ink you write with
That you can not seem to see.
I sit beside you daily,
as you go about your life.
Watching out for trouble
I try to ward off strife.
I whisper secret stories
In your ear for you to write.
I infiltrate your thoughts
When you put out the light.
So there is no need to feel lonely
Or to wander there in gloom
For I am in every corner
Of each and every room.
Colleen and Ronavan prompted with belief/believe thank you both.
I resurrected this poem because it fits perfectly, i wrote it for an author who was grieving and said she could no longer write. It now fits me as the words my Dad would say to me when I doubt myself. If we just believed in ourselves we could achieve anything. Leave a comment, place a word let me know what it was you heard.
oooh. this is inspiring and so beautiful Ellen! ❤ thank you for the motivation!
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I am thrilled you enjoyed it and lookforward to you dropping in for a cup of tea and a read again soon. 😇
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Lovely poem, Ellen. I was thinking about the elusive muse as I read it – until I saw your note at the bottom. Beautiful either way. 🙂
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Your muse can be anyone last or present 😇 thank you for coming and commenting😆
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Great poem!!!
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Thank you for coming and liking my words.😇
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I too try to write in poetry, strait from my heart. And even though I never put them out for people to read, I don’t really know if I’m any good or not. I save all my poems in a journal. Left behind for my daughter Journi to read. My heart is broken, broken, broken.. because I’m being kept from her. May 13th was the last time I seen her.that was two days before my 36 birth day. So you can only imagine how many poems I have. The day I gave birth was the only night I ever slept in the same bed with her. The next day, was the only time I took a nap with her. She’s been to my house on three separate occasions. Ohh how I hurt. I try to write a poem of a mother and daughter unicorn (since unicorns are my favorite), but it never comes out right , then I’ll soon give up.
Hopefully one day I can be as talented as you are! Then maybe I can start to enjoy myself all over again.
That touched a soft spot in my heart. Virtual hugs to you.
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Your pain is felt, never give up.😇 the pen has power stronger than any barrier.
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In these days of social networking and Facebooking, we often forget how to be alone with our thoughts. Those are important moments, and this poem capture that beautifully, Ellen.
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I appreciate you coming over and I like your take on my words. Come again soon. 😉
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Will do, Ellen!
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Haunting like a soft breeze. Lovely.
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What a beautiful comment, thank you.
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A beautiful image
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Thank you, and please come again.😇
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Hello Ellen. Beautiful poem! I would love to be haunted by people that truly love me and I love in return. It would be as if they never left. Lovely. ❤
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I think you are right except … not haunted just their love sitting by your side.😇
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Even better.
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This is so beautiful.
Thanks so much for visiting me and following my blog, I look forward to getting to know you and your blog 🙂
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Judy, what a lovely message, and ditto. Come back soon. 😇
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Thank you 🙂
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“I’m in the ink you write with…”
Beautiful.
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Thank you, so pleased you stopped by.
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I hear you!
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I am pleased, thank you for reading. 😇
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What a great poem! I want to put it beside my desk. 🙂
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Pop my name at the bottom and you can 😇
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Great thanks!
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That’s lovely, Ellen. Sometimes I feel my parents’ presence in things I’m doing and it is a comfort…
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It fits for many writers, a friend or sibling or a mentor, when they are gone the writer doubts themselves… I hope others read something to help. Your right they are never so far away.
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❤
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That was a lovely piece for your friend. 💕
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Your poem is beautiful, Ellen. Such a thoughtful thing to do for a friend.
On a personal level (having recently experienced a loss of my own)…I want to believe every word, and hope that, one day, just knowing he’s close… is enough.
All the best. Kimmie.
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Dad went on October 4th 20014 so I understand perfectly. 😯
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.
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Such a smashing thing to do! Thank you.
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This is excellent, Ellen! It’s the sweetest haunting I’ve ever considered and a great way to express that we carry pieces of those we’ve lost with us. Love it!!
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Humbled. 😇
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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Thank you George!
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My pleasure indeed ));<)))))
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