White Knights and Spirits
by Lisa Hilbers
Friday, July 15, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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White Knights and Spirits
Kept through the ages; Slow burning;
as incense to ease my mind-
Jasmine tears; Falling colored over time;
Filtering across my dry, pale lips-
Thirsting, for that last sip of salty wine
Shadowy mists; Dampened dreams;
limp visions and ragweed days-
I lie beneath the willow weeping,
Listening for what the whisperers
False tongues lick the beauty from
I yearn once more for the artist to create-
For the poet to speak-
For the muse to awake and inspire-
I crave sweetness; Romance; and
I see visions of white knights and spirits,
winged angels on calm blue seas-
I long only for the word; The final word;
the ending word on the icy breeze
I hear the voices of the greatest creations,
I touch fading faces on painted walls-
Unscathed; I remain here in life's cocoon;
drinking only as your last tear falls
© Lisa Hilbers
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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Inspiring and richly touching.
|Reviewed by M. B.
|False tongues lick the beauty from
What astounding imagery that line wroughts!
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Always good to read you...you are always an inspiration to me!!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Lisa your poetry is growing stronger with every new piece, this one is a masterpiece of passionate, romantic medieval storytelling at it's best.
Great work my friend,
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|awesome word choice and imagery, lisa; very nice! brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your burleson, tx., friend, karen lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|I applaud such a unique and hauntingly, beautiful creation! Bravo, Lisa!|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|This poem is nothing short of amazing, Lisa, I read it twice to allow its juices to soak into my thoughts. The images that you paint with your words strike deep within the soul of the reader. There is so much sadness and longing in these beautiful, dark verses. The reality is that the White Knight rarely hears the whimperings of the Damsel in Distress, so she lies waiting, thirsting for love and salvation. Ahh if only life were like a Fairytale. Your strengths as a writer just get better and better with each offering, Lisa. When I grow up, I want to be able to write like you!! ;~)
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Leaves you with a forlorn and empty feeling but with hope you'll emerge from your cocoon and become a beautiful butterfly.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Outstanding poem. When you began tthis "other" phase of your writing I had reservations because you are so very good at writing about America's struggle. And, you always zeroed in on the most pertinent of our problemms and victories. But as I have watched and read the "new" Lisa, I have come to understand that exceptional talent is exceptional talent wherever it is found. You, my dear Lisa, are an exceptional talent.|