She is the ever changing wind
Blowing wildly across the empty stillness of the continent,
Like a restless spirit with a mountain of bitterness sent
To roam around the loud universe,
She has no time to rehearse
As she chases life to immerse
It into her only solution to keep on moving,
With constant change always a bit out of range,
She moves to Spain to escape the Irish rain
Then she moves to France to get away from her inner rage and pain,
Of never losing her self inflicted chain
She is on the run from the killer of emotions that cuts through her tender flesh,
The scar of losing her only love, he was tender, he was the boss just so Welsh,
She had then let go of her control and allowed life to roll,
With the delight of the day's sunrise she grew wise,
He moved her soul to embrace the mystery that is love,
To stop and stay for a while to embroider the startled skies above,
With a palette of vibrant colours and set free the trapped dove,
But she was overcome with the conflict of being in love,
Was peace at last being planted in the serene skies above?
She felt the agony and ecstasy that is the freedom of love
But he ran away from the complex mind of the trapped dove,
Gone is the captivating fun
As she stays forever on the run,
From fear of the merriment of the teasing sun!
She felt the agony and ecstasy that is the freedom of love But he ran away from the complex mind of the trapped dove, Gone is the captivating fun As she stays forever on the run Gorgeously penned. As always, wonderful writing!
With unsettled passions and the pain of lost love, she moves from place to place in search of peace. However she is not dejected. She is relieved of the initial shock and peace is slowly settling in! She is not ready to be subdued by the vagaries of fate and keeps moving to find a better haven! A beautiful poem to read!
Nicely written, Hazel. Being rejected is very hurtful. Some cope better than others. The lady in your poem is obviously devastated, she keeps miving on, afraid to settle somewhere or with someone. So badly has her confidence been shaken.
What a lovely metaphor, description of a woman who can't settle to live anywhere, she is driven to keep moving on, running away from unresolved issues and the rejection of her only love. She feels that the warmth of love is not meant for her. Hazel Durham has her own style of description that at once touches the hearts.
The pace of this work is exhilarating, frightening, and catching. And the words you have chosen are just right- -embroider the startled skies above, With a palette of vibrant colours and set free the trapped dove, - - - - - - - - - - AND- - - - -] She has no time to rehearse As she chases life. Well done!
The rhythm itself, matches beautifully the theme of the poem. And the imagery and the emotional intensity in it makes it a great read!
The bud of love that flowered into ecstasy and agony now leaves her with a mountain of agony for which, I hope, she shall find a solution in a new and true love. Loved the imagery invoked in this poem
Melancholy feelings come from this poem, always on the run, not allowing love to hold her heart because of possibly afraid of it making her a prisoner. Vivid and enticing poem, thank you for sharing it! 10++++ RoseAnn
Coming back, I find it so nice, in your own way you give the feelings felt so vividly, in true poetic form.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have not by the first reading made up my mind what it is about, but it sounds so beautiful.