Wobbling starts
denotes, the birth
of an autumn colt, born
weakened on winters earth.
Late flowers fading in wild grass.
Whispered winds say their tomorrows
have past,now let death claim closure.
Listen, they have a right
to speak, of their needs not met.
Small birds leave etches,momentarily
being shamed, upon your frozen window pane.
There is a stigma,a sty,falling down,over all our sight.
Forever touching off and never letting go, always lacking light.
Knowing not what seeds to sow,nor what is needed for love to grow.
Snows heavy coat can be surpassed
if love is lifted over hearts of ice.
Flamed light parts springs sleeping breath,
stays the storm, builds hope. Share your strength
with the weakened ones,who's births were wrongly born.
We will all one day, come face to face with our own lonely place.
We all are less than we think,let love be freely given and melt disgrace.
Author notes
Written October 25th, 2005
What did you think
Comments
1 - 15 of 15
-
Excellent
This is a very marvellous write, effortless - the flow. it reminds me of those great poets of the past, but why talk of them only? this is truly beautiful and gave me a lot to learn today. I dont know why I feel a rather sad about reading this, but this is beautiful.
Its great to read from you after ages. We have drifted, but its always a pleasure to read your work, always. Hope all is well with you Annie. God bless.
Love and light,
Lencio
-
Excellent
Great Poem Annie. The message is great too! Thank u for sharing this treasure with us. I love u it. Good day. -
Brilliant
Well Annie I loved this poem. It stirred the sleeping poet hiding deep inside me, perhaps to live again?
What impressed me most was the use of the seasons to denote life itself. How "winter" can drain the hope that rises stubbornly again in "spring".
Your final lines:
"We will all one day, come face to face with our own lonely place.
We all are less than we think,let love be freely given and melt disgrace."
summed up this poem beautifully.
Thank you for sharing this Annie. Your inspiration is infectious! :-)
Storic
-
Very good
Dear Poet, u have but a wonderful point in this piece of art. I am touched by the message dear. Keep this up. U have spoken all that is supposed to be said.
Have a great day. Keep writing. Sorry for coming late to have a look at your work.
-
Thank you for reading my poem. I will see your page now and learn from you. Annie
-
This is good. I like the way you've set it out. THank you very much for entering my contest!
-
I do not know, does any one? Then they should come forth. If all the world sings a song together. Then their are always those in power who would smile and point the guns. If
others say they have the key and fire shots at random just to
kill? Then their are those who say bring all your wealth and we will share it with the world,but they fly away and here we are, left as before. I wish I had this key and if it is only for myself, then who did I really free from the wrongs done? I think even if I find a way to help myself and my child, I would still feel guilt and shame for all living in this world without hope. Perhaps I want too much? But food ,water, health and shelter seems not to be so much to expect for all of us. -
Its in You Annie
The hidden passages in which those keys could be found if only one would search deeply within themselves and one must really probe through this well written expression within those written passages. I trust that you'll continue with your never ending journey but will eventually see that light.
Edited on Nov 06, 8:14 because ''. -
I truely was not that happy with this poem. and I deleted twice. I was not sure if I was being understood or wrote clearly what I meant to say. Thank you for your reply it helps me with my wandering mind. I once thought just to leave the first stansa as it seemed in itself a thoughtful observation, a perfect natural cirle of life. This could stand without my cry. The nature of life, without the empty promises of man given to the victims of this world. The slogans of help ,soon forgotten by most, these are the lies that torment my mind.
-
This is a poem that captivtes the readers imagintaion not only in you're brilliantly picked word choice but the images you have
So gracefully painted upon this page, And within the serene calm
Of you're poetry there is always beauty to ones blind eye and soul this was my favorite part of the poem,
Snows heavy coat can be surpassed
If love is lifted over hearts of ice
Flamed light parts, springs sleeping breath
To stay the storm, build hope , share our strength
With the weakend ones, who will be us all, smothered alive
This was the part that really painted an awsome picture to you're work for me thank you for allowing me to read you're work -
I really tore this apart to try to say something important to me. I perhaps am to close to it to know what I have achieved. I appreciate your reading it and commenting. Thank you very much.
-
This is wonderful...and I really like the words you used...especially "if love is lifted over hearts of ice"....very well done!..
-
Well I have websters open and then I hit spell check it seems there is some debate here, so a changed the word soul to sight, I hope that helps if not I will not delete it again I think I will simlpy ignore my poem for a while. Thank you again for you smarts to catch a problem.
-
Dear Storic, Thank you for reading. On the word sty, maybe it is my dictionary "an inflamation of the eye deminishing the ability to see clearly" But there are two spellings and I will change the spelling we U.s. people can get a little lost in english word use and perhaps me more than most. I do not want it to be mistaken for a bathing pigs home *smile* I thank you for reading Meagan she is so happy to to be on line. I must go and read your work. Love Annie
-
beautiful
Oh I thought was a really lovely poem. Abstract thoughts that try and find an answere to unanswered questions. There is a certain sadness and yet that hope that Spring brings.
One line however, has me a bit puzzled:
"There is a stigma stying over my soul, forever"
Now please forgive me, but is this a new use of the word stying or a typing error?
Whatever, Annie, I did so enjoy reading this, your poetry is maturing with every poem you write. I really loved this.
Adding your comment:
1 - 15 of 15
