A chill wind gusts,
barren of hope, of a home
wearily sought across America
I was lost
.
The budding dreams were lost,
sanguine blushes spiraling
across a myriad horizon,
until finally settling to a rich soil
which was to cover my person, dirt poor
.
I crossed the great divide
unknowing of that gentle madness,
which was to tear my away, terrified
of losing meaning and inspirations divine,
but I knew it had to be, despite
all the fragile desperation composing me
.
If I am to live a life alone, sojourn
upon a path of sorrow, of hopeless wanderlust
then it shall be one which tears the heavens asunder
until all the whimsy and bluster busts
in the exquisite cacophony of heavens gust
A chill wind shall blow, until the hearth warms again
hope and hearts eternal, blissfully reawakened
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Reviewed by Lorrieann Russell (Reader)
Reviewed on December 5, 2003
What a lonesome, cold feeling, this evokes--a traveler weary of the road but ever drawn to the farther horizon. At least that's what I feel from it. Some may see a different picture, but therein lies the merrit of the poem. Well done, Tyler, thank you for the picture.
One question about this line: which was to tear my away, terrified ... was the 'my' meant to be 'me'? (I read it as me. A typo perhaps? It does not detract from the impact of the poem.)
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on December 3, 2003
Soul-stirring longing and revelations, Tyler.
You might have meant "me" instead of "my"
in the 12th sentence?
Lovely poem!
Reviewed by Susan Cook-Jahme (Reader)
Reviewed on November 30, 2003
What fantastic word weaving Tyler - thank you :0)
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on November 28, 2003
You have so much soul.....it pours on the paper...Tyler this is intense....and sometimes we aren't really alone at all....we have ourselves.....I love alone time....sometimes my mind needs it....superb writing....floria
"Reawakened" with a body filled with blood pumped by a heart that knows the roads of life.
This poem has body and soul entwined to express the voice of the wise,
...
"in the exquisite cacophony of heavens gust
A chill wind shall blow, until the hearth warms again
hope and hearts eternal, blissfully reawakened"
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One question about this line: which was to tear my away, terrified ... was the 'my' meant to be 'me'? (I read it as me. A typo perhaps? It does not detract from the impact of the poem.)
You might have meant "me" instead of "my"
in the 12th sentence?
Lovely poem!
This poem has body and soul entwined to express the voice of the wise,
...
"in the exquisite cacophony of heavens gust
A chill wind shall blow, until the hearth warms again
hope and hearts eternal, blissfully reawakened"
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...which tears the heavens asunder
until all the whimsy and bluster busts
in the exquisite cacophony of heavens gust
Reawakened, yes it would seem that way! Stirs me!
Well done!