Driftwood

Driftwood

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
"

I am cleaved by the joy and pain.

"



The wind whispers, and the words are rain.

The moon is brushing her silver hair;

and I am cleaved by the joy and pain


that shape my world, my spirit, my air.

I am a gypsy, a mystery,

the moon is brushing her silver hair;


and all the things that are meant to be

will ever be as they will or do.

I am a gypsy, a mystery,


a breath that dissolves into the blue;

and dreams will drift and be on their way,

will ever be as they will or do


until shadows stain and sorrows sway

until sweet promises fade for good,

and dreams will drift and be on their way


forever floating like drift to wood.

The wind whispers, and the words are rain

until sweet promises fade for good

and I am cleaved by the joy and pain.



© 2017 Linda Marie Van Tassell



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An intriguing ballad, dense of mysterious images and references to (a sort of) natural mysticism. An hymn to romanticism, an invitation to get lost in the unconceiveable circle of Life, wherever it could lead us...
You make a powerfull transfert betwen the human being and a piece of floating wood, lost in a current: it is clear, even if never explicit (and therefore more effective for the reader). Like saying: we are but prone to terrible forces which we cannot resist, no matter how good we are at reacting. You summon a lot of clashing feelings: the rapture for what is beauty in the world (winds alive as persons, rains meaningfull as words, a moon as a fairy brushing her hair etc...), the pain of being divided between unbalanced emotions, a sort of rassegnation for what happens (and always will do) in our existence. In front of all those things, your soul is lost but alltogether seems to accept her doom: with admiration and longing. Just like a gipsy: without a home and aware of the fact that there is no real home.
It takes a lot of courage to accept life as it is: a fierce ride on the river, untill the monstrous waterfall. Well, you do. And with a mature poetic style, which does not lack musicality and elegance.
As far as I've read, your best piece of work. Brava :)

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


I've often felt like driftwood and somewhat like a gypsy. It almost seems like we don't quite have the level of control we think we have over our lives at times. Some people like the "drift" and describe themselves as spontaneous while I think others probably cringe at the idea of not having any true direction. Your poem had a soothing effect on me oddly enough. Something about the moon brushing her lovely hair makes me feel content.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Your lovely words are a fine compliment to the marvelous carving. I'm reminded of all the driftwood I saw on beaches in Washington state. Who knew where it had been, but each piece revealed a unique journey.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Samuel. The carved talking stick inspired me so much. When I wrote this poem, however, .. read more
Hints of Tennyson. Lovely imagery and rhythm. Poignant truths in the last stanza. Excellent poem. 100/100

Posted 4 Months Ago


This is my favorite kind of poetry. The kind that just draws you in and carries you along like the wind. I absolutely love this.

~Luna

Posted 5 Months Ago


I feel this is a poem recited in a silent moment of self thought. It is a magically powerful poem.

Posted 5 Months Ago


The whole tone of this is magical. I feel an indian/spanish feel from this partly because of the music. The words are beautifully metaphorical.

Great writing. :)

Posted 5 Months Ago


This image speaks with a whisper. Your words are soft and do well to breath life into the image without having to shout. It's a fresh and soft piece that I very much enjoyed.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

5 Months Ago

Thank you. I was not happy with this when finished and ended up writing Driftwood II. I would appr.. read more
Celticmoon

5 Months Ago

It would be my pleasure to have a read of the revision and share my thoughts.
I seen the photo and thought how hollow,empty,yet though lifeless it still had a story to tell, nice work

W.R. Stowe

Posted 5 Months Ago


Hello, Linda! :)
This is beautiful. I realize I'm screwing things up here, but for me it reads better like this:

"The wind whispers, and the words are rain.
The moon is brushing her silver hair;
and I am cleaved by the joy and pain
that shape my world, my spirit, my air.

I am a gypsy, a mystery,
the moon is brushing her silver hair;
and all the things that are meant to be
will ever be as they will or do.

I am a gypsy, a mystery,
a breath that dissolves into the blue;
and dreams will drift and be on their way,
will ever be as they will or do

until shadows stain and sorrows sway
until sweet promises fade for good,
and dreams will drift and be on their way
forever floating like drift to wood.

The wind whispers, and the words are rain
until sweet promises fade for good
and I am cleaved by the joy and pain."


Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Linda Marie Van Tassell

5 Months Ago

Thank you.

The Terzanelle is a combination of the Villanelle and Terza Rima. It cons.. read more
mattavelli

5 Months Ago

That looks like a fun write. The Terza Rima is new to me as well. Thanks for the introduction! :)

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Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..

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