She turn's words into a dancing page,
To try and lighten her heart with it's torn part,
Love has cruelly rejected her
Truthful ways and happy days,
Turning his back on her beautiful smile,
That always goes that extra mile.
Her childlike spirit like's to roam,
In places lonely and wild,
She gently hold's hands with nature,
It makes her spirit soar,
To high peaks, to view slumbering valleys,
Changing seasons is her reasons,
To delve with soul
Into pleasure, joy and dark days too,
His rejection freed her pen to write with depth,
Like as deep as the mighty oceans,
Like the untouchable changing skies,
She is able to deal with his hurtful lies,
To write is to free her trapped mind,
To nature's enchanting feast,
To fly with wings to find,
Love, truth to carefully bind
Into a surprise parcel,
To nurture her undercurrents of fears
And the feelings of loss,
Allows at last her drop of tears,
To flow, cleanse and feel free,
Breathe life,
Like an old beech tree,
It's branches sturdy and resilient,
Against the changing weather force,
She knows he feel's no remorse.
Her words turn into the dancing page,
Her own personal sage.
These words are pieced together so beautifully and like I can hear you narrating each word. Very moving. You write so, so well Hazel
So tranquil and enticing.. This poem is dancing into the minds of all!
Pain will definitely unlock some mental doorways; very nice Hazel :)
you made this poem in such a way..after going through a ghastly entered in my mind and like a cinema it started reel by reel lovely Thanks Hazel
Hazel, Breath life Like an old beech tree. That is all I can say. Congrats for the extra-ordinary write.
She knows he feel's no remorse. Her words turn into the dancing page, Her own personal sage. An amazing poem.........................10
This piece is very inspiring indeed.....against all odds how she stands upright and turns emotions into a dancing page.......amazing write
This young woman may have cruelly abandoned and she has yet not learned to deal with that loss. It looms around her, and more importantly looms within her. But I have every confidence in her ability to gradually lift herself out of this slough of despond. It will happen in stages over time; she won't even be aware of its early stages, but gradually her writing, her walks in nature, her inner conversations with herself will change in their focus. HE will be assigned an appropriate place in her personal Inferno, and be forgotten. And then she discover her beauty and its effects on other, worthier men. It's like Ariadne abandoned by Theseus on Naxos. She prays for death. And he arrives when she summons him. She's surprised he is a young and handsome man, kind and gentle. And he is surprised to find this beautiful alluring woman alone. He immediately falls in love and proposes to her. She thinks, Will I marry Death? No, it the young god Dionysus, not death, who has rescued her, and she will be his immortal wife.
Are the ungrammatical apostrophes a poetic device or just a mistake?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The feelings of rejection and hurt sublimated into cathartic verse! When mind is soaked in grief, it will find in itself an escape mechanism....! . In some, it may be tears, but here it is arresting verse which takes her to the summits of creative imagination and she splurges in her own poetic out put! She is no more a pauper now, but the owner of dancing verse on page after page! Great poem Hazel! A 10