She Tells me my Soul is Pure

The Viator poem form was invented by Canadian author and poet Robin Skelton. It consists of any stanzaic form in which the first line of the first stanza is the second line of the second stanza and so on until the poem ends with the line with which it began.

Now, here is my take on Viator poetry.

She tells me my soul is pure,

the sunlight shining through the leaves

only to create shadows

of unbidden ill emotions

that linger deep within my heart.

Even though it is not,

she tells me my soul is pure.

A faint whisper of melancholy

despite my best efforts of contentment

that were undoubtedly present.

Unwillingly the memory springs forth,

like a rabbit away from its predator;

she tells me my soul is pure.

Her voice echos in my mind,

like a water droplet in a hollow cave.

Even when my eyelids begin to droop,

my breath beginning to become shallow

as I fall into a deep slumber,

she tells me my soul is pure

as the memory of life before haunts my vision.

Her voice sounds like the songs of birds,

the rain nurturing the earth,

the warmth of the sun’s rays,

Thick and sweet like honeyed vapour as

she tells me my soul is pure.