I know how you feel,
After all, I am you,
Maybe together, we'll get thru,
This Solitude, an open wound,
A deep black hole,
That swallows All.
The Poet dreams up silly schemes,
To cover up his solitude,
But Solitaire's, a game, beware,
That seldom is that good.
When love is gone,
What good's the sun?
Where should we look,
When love is done?
The sea is vast,
And so is pain,
My ship, half mast,
Looks for the dawn,
That did not last,
Love went so wrong,
And all that's left,
Is Winter's Song.
A poignant write with compelling imagery. Very touching. Beautifully crafted.10
When Love is gone, What goods is the sun? , Where should we look, ..Oh, Dear Lady, you're a True Poetess of Heart! ! ! Even the most Beautiful of scene, can feel so lonely, when love is gone! You are Loved by more than you know! ! ! Thank You! ! ! For touching sooo Many lives, Hearts! ! !
Loaded with lost love and looming large in the lane of loneliness. Well done my friend!
Those last three lines are either among the saddest I've read, or they're a TURNING toward something I can't quite put into words yet - but something about the compensatory role of poetry in our lives. The Winter's Song could be a very sad poem but it succeeded in getting the emotions out of the lonely heart into the arena of published poems. I think many people find that a published poem makes even very negative feelings approachable, so you can learn the lesson each life experience is supposed to teach us. This is a poem rich in those life lessons: the first stanza captures our interior life in a proverbial nutshell; it's simply brilliant. And the second stanza shows how poetry is so versatile and able to give us a positive nudge even when the words convey disappointment. All tallied, the responses to this poem show we are NOT ALONE: good people cluster near us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful winter song really shared on. Very nicely composed with beautiful imagery.