My Soul
My soul is the energy of the wind
As it rushes thru the trees
Tearing leaves from branches
Thrusting them into the air yet,
My soul is as gentle as a breeze
That captures the leaves and
Gently floats them downward
Placing them ever so softly
On the ground below
My soul is like a burst of light
Flashing thru the night
Like lightning in a storm
Quick and sudden and loudLike the echoing clap of thunder
Yet silent and still like the calm
That is before the storm arrives
It is the heat of the sun
And the coolness of the night
My soul is and always will be
jo monteleone
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- I was born in New York Cityon May 1, 1947 and spent the first 8 years of my life in Little Italy. We moved to Brooklyn and lived there for 2 and 1/2 years and then moved back to Little Italy where I stayed for 7 years than moved out to Brooklyn. Whew! All that moving. By the time I was 19 years old we moved 21 times; I went to 6 diffrent schools and found it difficult to make friends (except for those that I formed in Little Italy the first time around). I then moved to New Jersey with my Mother who died 3 years ago and I am now living in Montgomery New York. Free Hit Counter Free Counter
2 comments:
trish said...
Hi Joe,
All these years that we've been buddies and this is the first of your poems that I've read. MY SOUL is beautiful and deep, and created the most vivid yet serene images. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. You again radiate your talent, which always amazes me...Love you, Trish
July 18, 2007 8:32 PM
Margie said...
Dear Josephine,
This is so beautiful, but not as beautiful as you. Eleanor is an Angel from above. love ya, Margie
July 25, 2007 2:56 PM
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