Winds of Love

Winds of love …

Winds

I will always wonder  at the winds  for are they
not the cleanser  of the soul
like the bows that bend before the storm or the water lifting itself
to waves in perpetual role

And what of the winds of love
are hearts supposed to ignore the call
to  forget that we too were born to move
like a child about to crawl

Did I not meet your eye’s when you spoke
from the center of your heart
and you simply  ignore my own
like the passing of a strangers  cart

And   I told you how much beauty you held
would it make you see me like you see him
but then I’ve given up on love
on forever  being but a whim

If love were not like the wind to come and go
as it damned well may want
then I would forever listen to the sway of the bows
and  not know it’s horrible haunt

Yet I do love the wind even more now days
I know  holding love has become  an unending dream
never to be held in the hand or the eye
merely of the  unseen

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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

6 thoughts on “Winds of Love

  • July 25, 2016 at 10:01 AM
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    Such an elegant and poignant expression Ed, love the use of the waves and wind, our own creation made of movement, as a child about to crawl. This flows beautifully and I enjoyed your expressive contemplation of love. Very well done.

    Best,
    Mel

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  • July 25, 2016 at 11:01 AM
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    Such an elegant and poignant expression Ed, love the use of the waves and wind, our own creation made of movement, as a child about to crawl. This flows beautifully, and I enjoyed your expressive contemplation of love. Very well done.

    Best,
    Mel

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  • July 25, 2016 at 9:25 PM
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    Nicely done Ed, love can be a fickle thing for some. A very emotive and sad piece about love and hoping for its embrace.

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  • September 17, 2016 at 10:55 AM
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    An investigation into love. Your form fit your content perfectly. I felt like I was involved in a larger conversation with poets of old. Nicely done. Jamie

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