Morning winds blow ice-bound air, in curling gusts about my hair.
Within, my toes are cosy warm - without, my shoes are scuffed and torn.
With face pressed to the north I walk, abjuring folk and idle talk.
If tears make tracks along my flesh, at least they leave me feeling fresh.
The future's near but not in sight and none can be my guiding light -
save I alone, and all undone. I'll build myself a new hearth stone.
A place where truth and hope reside, and there in peace I'll gently bide.
(February 2006)
This reads beautifully - everything flows so well, and I love the hopeful message. You sound a strong lady.
Nicely done. It has emotion combined with an intelligent use of simple rhyme, and an optimistic message.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The up-beat rhyme and rhythm gives the underlying pathos of this poem a defiant edge. This is a wonderful multi-layered poem. S :)