I could find no poetry in your soul;
I couldn’t teach your heart to sing;
You wouldn’t let my spirit fly;
And so I stand here on the moonlit beach
With icy water at my feet
And whistling wind around my ears.
With sad relief, I toss the ashes
Of our might-have-beens
Into the air, and as I do,
I feel the flutter of my wounded spirit
As it breaks free and tries to soar,
But the wind plunges it into the waves below.
It splutters, then struggles to the shore,
And, bird-like, hops before me
As I make my homeward way.
The healing process has begun.
(April 1994)
I cite your last two lines: As I make my homeward way. The healing process has begun..........this is at least the start of healing. A very sad poem, tragic inside and amazingly the healing process has begun! NOW I read this lovely, but tragic poem.Past time is left behind. Very well captured, Diana.Goodbye to the past, the present time is starting........WOW! Most beautifully worded, though with a sad tinge. Thank you for sharing, dear Poetess..
Brilliantly done I love the images u created in this poem. Thanks for sharing.
I could find no poetry in your soul; I couldn’t teach your heart to sing; You wouldn’t let my spirit fly; And so I stand here on the moonlit beach With icy water at my feet And whistling wind around my ears. - - - - -Poetry and song are inseparable elements of a loving heart - - we can not find them in a loveless heart- -Better let go and move on - - - - - - - A poignant poem, thanks for sharing.
Could not stop reading this poem again and again.. it is so crystal like in lucidity, anguish, regret on separation, and yet no regret once having firmed up the mind to let go.
a poem of letting go and moving on to creations not yet begun? ............wonderfully written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gives me shivers to read this - the beauty of the descriptin, the depth of your emotion. I wrote a poem about a terrible hurt and the begiining of healing, but haven't had the courage to post it.
Thank you for such a sensitive and beautiful reaction to my poem. You really should consider posting that poem, but only when you are truly ready to do so.