Waves
February 16, 2011 7 Comments
They fed
me hopes in air,
poor orphan child alone,
conscious grew up around despair
so cold
me hopes in air,
poor orphan child alone,
conscious grew up around despair
so cold
But why
so cold this game,
where hearts are broken for
easy prey, leaves me speechless and
so old
so cold this game,
where hearts are broken for
easy prey, leaves me speechless and
so old
And yet
he calls my name
the god of sea and waves
ruled by winds, cast by bitter tears
of brine
In air
the birds of hope,
glide the skies of gales and
thunder, oblivious to pain
and cold
About Louise
I love the poetic form. It matches so well the images in which you fill your pain (may it get drowned in the sea!) – like a wave surging up from line to line and then crashing down in a thunder. Amazing!
I really like the turn of the words here like a glimmer of something more, you used the word – of hope.
Waves=pain=drowning..they crash on the shore and sweep her away…Thank you…As always…XOXOXO
Beautiful Imagery
Jessica
Finding One's Way
This poem speaks beautifully from you heart and imaginations… But I'm really curious to what type of poem is this? It's presented in such a common pattern and as a whole I picture out a Christmas tree…:) Really wonderfully presented. Well done!
fantastic piece, the imagery is divine.
An incredible poem Louise. I like the form and the metaphors. One senses a lot of pain in the poem, but there is hope of a substantial kind palpable by the powerful and changeable nature of ocean waves. Q x