This is gorgeous! Love the skill/talent you have displayed in your word choices and overall composition. Further, your wisdom emanates from this poem into the heart of the reader.
All the secrets buried within the hearts of men. I do so love this and know many do keep secrets and never let them out. Sometimes it is a man going out on his wife and destroying a marriage. Sad times for the family then. Broken dreams for the wife, who is usually the last to find out. Don't deserve even forgiveness.
Gwen, this is so elegant and eloquent. And I am very inspired by your thought that the wind, does, in fact, know all things. Sounds a bit Biblical - like the Holy Spirit! This is a truism for me as I regularly "talk to the wind" and know that it does "hear" and "take my breath away".. yeah, mad as a hatter, I know!! I think it's because it seems to "dwell inside of you". Thank you for this. Kate
Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
In the spiral stairway of this afternoon(In India) your poem is the wind that sculpts its form...BRILLIANT poem, Gwen!
I love that thought, that the wind knows all secrets... Great piece, Gwen! And the artwork! I could lose myself in the 'wind' streaming up from the dune, faced in hidden secrets. :)
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on April 30, 2004
Gwen I am so glad your back this is excellent love the art too.
"It understands life's language
be it words of love or broken dreams
freedom's ideals that have been suppressed
humanity's loud ... and silent screams
These echoes ultimately do return
bearing witness to love and sin
The wind knows all the secrets
buried within the hearts of men "
Peg
Reviewed by Chad McLendon (Reader)
Reviewed on April 30, 2004
The most touching piece of poetry I have read in a long time. Thanks for sharing.
Reviewed by Marco Landi (Reader)
Reviewed on April 30, 2004
The wind knows all the secrets ....
You captured well brava
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Nice to be reading you again - you've been missed!
Regis
Amira
wish i wrote it :)
beautiful.......its a keeper!!!
Love Tinka
"It understands life's language
be it words of love or broken dreams
freedom's ideals that have been suppressed
humanity's loud ... and silent screams
These echoes ultimately do return
bearing witness to love and sin
The wind knows all the secrets
buried within the hearts of men "
Peg
You captured well brava
Gwen this is really outstanding!
enoyed much
William
Reindeer