What could I do or say?
Would pain smooth out
under my perfect words?
Would it even listen?
Winds soothe and refresh.
Green shades in the land
please the eye,
and sitting by the water
lulls the senses.
The freak call of a bird
brings it all to an end.
The old pain is alive,
rips the blue sky,
claws the heart.
Loneliness is a language
you will have to learn to speak,
decode its words by and by,
sit over lost translations.
Comments
jennifer | January 28, 2009 - 19:31
Excellent poetry. The rhyming, lilting quality does 'soothe'!
I think the last stanza is just beautiul.
Do you mean 'by and by'? Or am I mis-reading?
J x
Nathan Bednarek | January 28, 2009 - 21:18
I agree, this poem is very touching and the last stanza is a spit'n'polish finish. Well done, more of this please!
Nathan.
Yutka | January 30, 2009 - 12:06
thanks, Nathan. I like the "spit'n polish"....
Yutka:)
Yutka | January 30, 2009 - 12:07
thanks ver much, Jennifer. Yes I mean "by and by". I put it now at the end of the verse. Any clearer?
Yutka:)
Ken Simm | January 31, 2009 - 11:37
As you said to me. I also detect some excellent writing here.
jennifer | January 31, 2009 - 22:20
Yes, much.
Am once again struck by:
'The old pain is alive,
rips the blue sky,
claws the heart.'
Just great imagery, put so magically simply!
J x
Doeslittle | February 19, 2009 - 22:24
This is lovely and sad, fantastic writing, agree that the last stanza is perfectly, stomach wrenching for an ending.