Candlewitch
Candlewitch
Apr 14, 2022
This poem is part of the challenge:

Neopet Random Challenge # 14

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Voice Mail From The Grave (contest) #14

it is 3 a.m.
I am fully aware.
I lay for a few minutes
in my cozy bed...
listening!
my eyes wide open
my mind fully awakened!
I hear the wind
rustling through the trees
leaves sounding like old bones.
bellow the wind,
I think I hear a voice
a disembodied voice
faintly calling my name...
I listen more intensely,
to pierce the delicate veil
between death and life.
straining my ears to hear...
ah, there it is again
your beautiful voice
coming closer,
then footsteps on the stair...
at long last, you are HERE!

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
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Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Northwestern Wisconsin USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe

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Comments

S

A good one about awaiting a loved one beyond the chasm

Candlewitch

thank you very much for reading and commenting on my challenge entry of the day...like soup d'jor or something like that! I sometimes barely speak american, lol! Steve gets a little upset with me when I just nod and grunt!

*hugs, Cat

Geezer

Oh Lord! your beautiful voice! It's mommy, come to see why I'm crying!
~ Geezer.
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Jackweb

This is deep poetry. May be a dream of encountering a dead loved one. Well written. Truly, you are creatively deep. I love your choice of words.

Jackweb

This is deep poetry. May be a dream of encountering a dead loved one. Well written. Truly, you are creatively deep. I love your choice of words.

Candlewitch

I hope I spelled your name right. I'm not very good with spelling, but I try hard... this one is about being rescued by my Aunt Joyce. she often stood beside me when my mother was enraged with me. she was my mother's half sister. she thought I was a funny/comical little person. she died young. after having her baby.

thank you for reading and commenting.

*hugs, Cat

RoseBlack

Chilling and beautiful at the same time. I have been on the receiving end of a disembodied voice saying my name and it makes the hair on ones arms stand up. A great visual as well as write.

Candlewitch

I met my first ghost when I was six years old. it was a life and attitude altering experience! thanks for commenting :)

*hugs, Cat

RoseBlack

I met mine as an adult in my late twenties and it took until last year to figure out what his message was. I still visit him even tho he has moved on.