Hello dear colleagues, welcome one and all.
This inspiration train has no intention of slowing down, so buckle up and continue to enjoy the ride, as we visit another classic poet and appreciate another one of their amazing poems to use as inspiration for my own found poem.
For Day 8 of NanoPoblano and National Blog Posting Month, my poetic duet partner is none other than the lovely Charlotte Brontë.
I chose her poem Evening Solace, which I found over at poets.org.
Here are the lyrics to her poem for you to enjoy in its glorious entirety.
“Evening Solace” by Charlotte Brontë
The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;—
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame’s or Wealth’s illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.
But there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart’s best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.
And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back—a faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others’ sufferings seem.
Oh! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie!
And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress—
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven
Seeking a life and world to come.
And now here is my found poem based on her wonderful words, hope you like it.
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“Through The Mist Of Rosy Reverie” by David Ellis
The hidden treasures
In hopes and dreams
Musing in evening
When the best feelings
Gather in our souls
A tender grief that once wrung tears
Through the mist of reverie
Dwell on shade while the sky grows dim
Untold, deeper impulse given
To thoughts that soar to heaven
Seeking life to come.
Still want more? Then check out other Day 8 posts from fellow NanoPoblano participants below!