Poetry of mr.mist inspired this poem
as the opening line is part of the coment
I wrote on his excellent poem.
I have never written in this style before
and I hope you enjoy it.

~liz~


The Mournful wind of an anguished soul.


I can hear the melody like
a mournful wind calling through
the mountainside's pine trees.

It whistles to me low
speaking of pain and loneliness
grief and loss
hope forsaken in a cold world.

"Why do you whistle so sad"
I cry out to the wind.

Tears stream down as I listen
to an answering whistle that's
more mournfull then before.

"What anguishes you so?
Unbare your sorrow and let me help"
I cry again out to the wind.

This time the answer was louder then before
as the pines bent back almost uprooting
I heard the wind howl,

"Only the return of my true love
can heal what never was broken before"

With a final howl the wind died silent
leaving me alone on the mountainside
to ponder the words of an aunguished soul

.....and wishing I could do more to help.

28/12/06




Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-12-28 at 01:58

Tags Sorrow  Grief  Sadness 

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tony legba
This is Emily Bronte territory: wind, soul, conversation with Nature. A hard standard to judge by. The poem has a certain raw energy, a sad vowel melody, though the ending is a bit flat and something of an anti-climax.

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Mr.Mist
Wow..this is a great poem..
Bring so many images to my mind
Lovley..
Almost felt as it was me by the mountainside,
listening to the wind...

Love this poem..

(((BigHugs)))

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