A ghostly apparition of what once was,

A lone specter – remnant of a time gone by,

The phantom ship glides across still waters,

Piloted by no one,

Empty of life,

Only a whisper – a shadow – a homeless soul –

Searching for a place to rest, to heal to mend,

The moon casts a mystical glow,

A monochromatic blend of blue, weaves a pattern of loneliness,

Symbolizing what might be,

What is,

What was,

In search of something,

Yet limited in its exploration,

No one to guide it,

Left alone to decide for itself,

In the end,

Wandering aimlessly,








About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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7 Responses to UNFORGIVEN

  1. Absolutely beautiful.

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  2. RobbyeFaye says:

    Beautiful picture and poetry. Thank you for sharing!
    Have a great weekend.

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  3. Wow. So powerful, Kathy! And Paul’s beautiful and haunting painting illustrates your poetry perfectly! ❤ ❤

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      One of my favorites of Paul’s. He painted this plein air when the temp was 105. I wonder if we’ll ever see days like that again. Glad you like it too.


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