Wind  

intierzha 43M
311 posts
7/23/2006 9:43 pm

Last Read:
1/24/2007 9:50 pm

Wind


I realized I had not added any poetry, old or new in a couple of weeks, so I decided to post one I had intended to sometime ago. The first form of this poem started as an essay my junior year in high school, which really started me on the path to writing. This portion of an essay, which described many of the women in my life at the time, inspired my teachers to push me to write. Later, since the essay itself was so lyrical, I converted it to a couple of poems, then later merged them into their final form. This final form is much less idealistic than the others and was really borne of my catharsis in coping with my divorce. Still, I have always liked the metaphor and here it is, along with a post free of spiritual and/or political commentary

'Wind'

A kiss from the void...
Becoming a kiss of death.
A battered and broken soul,
Unable to fight back,
Ready to yield.

A simple breeze...
Heralding the fury of nature.
An unrepentant victim,
Incapable of realising
The damage that was done.

The hope of dreams...
Turning into the most terrible of nightmares.
A foolish and haughty belief,
Holding on to the shards
Of what will never mend.

The raging whirlwind...
Ravaging the remains of the heart.
A bitter and horrible price,
For being the one
Who could not let go.

A gentle wind...
That started it all.
A vision I could not explain.

I loved you... hated you...
Now I must live without you.

C.

BaronessK 52F

7/26/2006 8:18 am

I could see having that chiseled into John Mark's gravestone....


intierzha 43M

7/26/2006 12:55 pm

I have to admit, this is one of my more self-loathing works. Not a lot of reconcilitation here... just having to move on no matter what.

C.


BaronessK 52F

7/27/2006 3:26 am

That's not how I saw it. It's all the emotions, the realization of innumerable things such as funerals are for the living. Going on, because of and in spite of....


intierzha 43M

7/27/2006 5:31 am

There is that some... that's what I like about sharing poetry, seeing interpretations other than my own (that's why I post them for review on another site), and it makes me realize how unclear my vision is sometimes.

C.


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