The poets words,
Of the heart
For a love, lost!
On deaf ears
They tumble
From lips that tremble
Passion spoken
Lost on the wind
Who heeds not his cry
Trees listen
Only to laugh
Cast them to the streams rocks
Water flows
Carrying them cold
To oceans large and bold
The waves they toss
Words, meaning now lost
In a storm, in anger
Upon a deserted beach
Of the desolate heart.
RG/NB
... and yet, none knows when, where, why, or how, but they shall surface again. Very enjoyable.
Great! ! We often feel that our thoughts of a desolated heart are lost 'upon a deserted beach'! Sharp in feeling! !
We all wish to write that line eternal, but usually they get blown in the wind.A thoughtful and searching write
Without love lost, their would be a lot less poets. Great poem. Now all us poets need to do is write a poem called love found. Then of course, we might all stop writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem - words not lost.