Winds of Love
Winds of love …
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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Nice piece, Ed.
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
A beautifully titled, and expressed poem, Ed. well done.
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
Nicely done Ed, love can be a fickle thing for some. A very emotive and sad piece about love and hoping for its embrace.
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