Into My Heart A Cruel Wind Blows Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Into My Heart A Cruel Wind Blows
Into my heart a cruel wind blows
That chills my blood as I now mourn,
For all the scenes that once spread far
Across the verdant land,
Now lost unto this urban mire
My eyes care not to look upon,
These squalid streets of untold fear
Where smoking chimneys stand.
Into my heart that once held love
And yet that has been torn away,
The hills now masked by tower blocks
Which to the sky ascend,
That as a child I looked upon
To see the rising of the dawn,
As morning filled the darkness
Now the night does never end.
Into my heart that beats no more
For all my feelings now do flow,
Along the dirty gutters
To the drains that lie ahead,
With all the leaves now wrapped in tears
From token trees to break the lines,
And ease the greys of city sprawl
Yet soon they shall be dead.
Copyright. Andrew Blakemore 2009
You were in a melancholy mood with this one Andrew, I've no doubt. Again a great picture produced and a great poem to go with it. The passing of time, the passing of memories. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
From token trees to break the lines, And ease the greys of city sprawl Rachel Ann Butler
A sombre poem about what was has now disappeared to be replaced by concrete towers, grime and dust. I sometimes reflect on why we choose to live in urban scapes, when the rural scene is so much better for the soul. Is it through fear or just necessity. You have a knack to describe past events, which creates a want in the reader for them to occur again. A great poem. Bob
'All the leaves now wrapped in tears' is the line that particularly jumped out at me on my first reading of this fine poem with its skillful execution and reflection on the price of 'progress'. Your poems are always so satisfying, Andrew. If this were music, I'd say you have a way with melody and an uncanny knack of placing each note in just the right place. Definitely a minor key, too, which adds a pensive, melancholy touch. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
You have captured such a heavy atmosphere Andrew, and rightly so with the squalid streets, tower blocks and dirty gutters and drains. Your last stanza is outstanding 'To the drains that lie ahead, with all the leaves now wrapped in tears, from token trees to break the lines, and ease the greys of city sprawl, yet soon they shal be dead'. Amazing writing! 10 love Karin
This was hard reading Andrew, , very sombre, but all said with an open heart Very honest feel All the best Andrew Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 12:10:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely piece Andrew...on how a city destroys nature and its verdant beauty...