wind

Cherry

By Di_Hard

Thu, 12 Apr 2018
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Come home from far across the sea
no soft shawled shoulders welcome
the wanderer - nor familiar comforting
arms catch me from the race, save me
from myself - this greed for movement
swallowing hollows, swollen mouth dust dry
deserted. Gone the knowing fingers weaving
my searches into teaching, patterns of ways
and means. Unwanted, the whisper sharers’
gentle tongues shorn, fall, haunt pavements,
forlorn. Everywhere lies and gives nothing back!
No sky blue liquid looks, nor rivers fish full
riffing my ripples on rain following flows.

New eyes of glass stare unmelting
and inside the only growing is old.
Man made shells, rough cornered
ricochet me into rage. I swell, polluted
child of space, filling the vacuum, but
I am lost

all that's left of before
Life. I cry and nothing
stops me

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Comments

Submitted by Pat G on

...the only growing is old. I like that line of bitter humour in this dark and powerful poem.

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Pat thankyou so much for your comment, I wasn't sure I had expressed what I was trying to at all, so am very grateful

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Bleak and wild and full of woe - a cold wind.

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Philip. Yes, that is how it sounds. I'm sure there is more wind here these days

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I've been away. Just seen this. It seems to speak of an attempt to return to where one once knew a welcome, but for some reason there is no acceptance, no resonance. I also thought the line 'the only growing is old.' very telling, and the 'glassy stares' and 'man-made shells' so sad. Makes you value the willingness to open arms, eyes, hearts, listen, try to understand, forgive, and build trust and lines of communication, when there has been offence, hurt, gossip, suspicion (maybe totally unjustified). Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Yes Rhiannon I've been worrying about you! Hope everything is OK? It is so windy, so often these days. I was thinking of how many places the wind has been before it gets here, seeing all the big cities and factories and airports etc where there used to be woods and plains, and how harsh they must seem compared to leaves on trees and blades of grass. How instead of picking up dew and water vapour it must carry smog and factory emissions and exhaust fumes from traffic. And how it sounds like someone would, just as you describe, who had not found the welcome they had come to expect, be raging and crying because everything's wrong and no one offers any kindness

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Di, yes we're fine. Just been able to have a little holiday, but totally offline, no internet near! but very little rain, so some good rambles. Interesting to hear your thoughts about the wind. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I had this vision in my mind's eye of a woman sitting on a cliff top looking out to sea and reminiscing of lost love. I know I'm probably miles away from what your poem was saying, but I found it so haunting and sad, yet so poetic and written from the heart.

Beautifully mastered Di.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Jenny, what a lovely comment! You are so kind