Erin Thomas

Rookie (Riverside, California)

Aeolian Strains - Poem by Erin Thomas

Play Poem Video

Neglected with a broken string, the harp turns toward the wind,
And plays the subtle song of distant desert moods;
A song that's lost amid the sound of reckless worldly din.

This singing weather-vane, the song of which would soothe,
Stands in a field of novelties, an oracle ignored,
And plays the subtle song of distant desert moods.

An art piece with a living soul, from mystic magic born,
The voice of whispered dreams, harmonic and serene,
Stands in a field of novelties, an oracle ignored.

In random moments brief, the mad rush grants reprieve,
Enough to hear the vibrant strings exhale with gentle breath
The voice of whispered dreams, harmonic and serene.

Or, gusts are sprung upon the chords that bring a bold caress,
Where heavy song is raised in timbres manifold,
Enough to hear the vibrant strings exhale with gentle breath.

She's like a fallen angel, lamenting all alone—
Neglected with a broken string, the harp turns toward the wind,
Where heavy song is raised in timbres manifold,
A song that's lost amid the sound of reckless worldly din.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Completed January 15,2004.
Published in Illuminations in Spring of 2005.


This is a terzanelle poem.

Comments about Aeolian Strains by Erin Thomas

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013


[Hata Bildir]