Wind

by eden

Published March 11, 2012

I cannot see you.
Yet your touch alone makes me cry.
Wind,
Do not dry my tears.
Right now I want to cry,
I have reason to,
Let me cry..
 
Wind,
You are still here.
I can see you now,
Dancing clearly with the fallen autumn leaves.
An enchanting,
Playful waltz.
I envy you..
 
Wind,
Are you still here?
I can somewhat hear you,
Your soft whispers give me chills.
Come out wind,
Tell me your stories.
Stay by my side..
 
Wind,
Is it lonely here?
A hill within this clearing in a forest.
Calm and tranquil,
Far enough away from the commotion of the town.
Laying down you can see the stars in the evening,
The blue sky during the day.
 
This is where we met,
And also the last place we parted.
I held her close to me,
And we danced under the moonlight,
That last night.
I woke up,
My world shattered..
 
Wind,
Be easy on an old man.
Your reminiscent cries are harsh on a chilly night.
Thank you wind,
You never let me forget.
Next to hers,
My name will be written in stone.
 
Wind,
I wonder,
When that time comes,
Will you still be here?
When that time comes,
Let us dance together,
Wind...
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Payne
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Payne wrote a review Review · Mar 11, 2012

Alrighty, here to review.

First off, great theme. It starts off rather slow, though; the first stanza has some repetition of 'cry', and the wording seems awkward throughout--but if you're just getting back into the game, that's completely understandable..

The main problem I saw was that the flow was off in some places, such as this:

Far enough away from the commotion of the town.
Laying down you can see the stars in the evening,


It's a little word-heavy compared to the rest of the lines, which are pretty short. You probably already know this trick, but sometimes it helps if you go through the poem, reading it out loud and pin-pointing the awkward spots.



The last three stanzas are wonderful; definitely not 'meh', in my opinion. The emotion is clear, and I think your voice becomes a little more certain. It's sad, but with a bit of hope at the end...

I didn't see any technical or spelling errors, and I liked it overall.

Keep up the good work!



I was promis'd on a time, To have a reason for my rhyme: From that time unto this season, I receiv'd nor rhyme nor reason.
— Edmund Spenser