Sea of thoughts,
An ocean of doubts,
As she looks about,
At her past of cruel mouths,
She has survived by instinct
Looking away to the south
Of Ireland to rivers alive with trout,
To eat and retreat,
From an ocean of doubts,
In her constant sea of thoughts,
That wash off the cruel mouths,
To give her peace,
With love shyly finding home when she is about,
She now lives in the south,
No time or need to shout,
Just love grows shyly and blooms,
As she gathers bluebells that are all about
In the cool forest like emerald rooms
Of tranquility in the beauty of the south,
Sea of thoughts,
No ocean of doubts!
From an ocean of doubts to tranquility in emerald rooms! Very beautifully penned dear ma'am....
Wow loved it, every lil things you put in detail and thoughts here are just fabulous..i loved it...imagery of ocean, bluebells and the soothing words they just good thing to have in my mind for now..Thanks Hazel
From the ocean of doubts, she has found an escape and now love fills her heart and she enjoys collecting blue bells! A poem that relates a transition from gloom to sunshine! (10)
Hazel, what beautiful pictures you paint here with your words, and in my minds eye takes me back home again, a lovely write, thank you. Annette.
Very passionate and amazing story telling. Thanks for sharing and do remain blessed.
This is so beautiful, lovely flow. I truly enjoyed reading it. I'm giving you a Big 10+++
What a lovely journey from the torment of doubts to the shore of love and security- I love this poem so much.She has survived by instinct- -now that is an anthem if I ever heard one. We do have instincts that have been honed even sharper by our life experiences and really we should listen to them more than we do! ! Did I tell you I loved this poem? It is going on my fav list so I can read it again and again.10+++++++++++++++=
'' As she gathers bluebells that are all about In the cool forest like emerald rooms Of tranquility in the beauty of the south, Sea of thoughts, No ocean of doubts! '' - I love this poem, especially this stanza. So lovely!
Vivid the colours of the painting you form here, Hazel, with motional sensitivity of a soul reborn in the ocean of optimism and hope to come across what it deserves and was deprived ubjustly from.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found this poem most delightful, Just love grows shyly and blooms....finding peace can be so rewarding, especially after a sea of doubts, a really wonderful poem.