Through the wind

an old work.

  Through the wind

through the wind that whispers through the gutter

through the wind that cut through the branches

there's a message

listen

Hope is heard in the still silence

Hope is seen in the bleakest tones

Form is found in the most incongruent lines

And hope is found in the heart of me,

cast your ears to the whispering breeze

Despite the terrors, inspire smiles

even though I haven't in a while

had the courage or will to smile.

Laughter is the key to the cellar

the children in the garden play, evermore

In Tohoku, the deserts of Yemen

each to their solace, their silent blessings

as the blizzard of the world

tears out their eyes

the wind, the wind

never subsides

nor will I yield without a fight

just strength enough left

for a final flight

goodbye!

through the wind, the wind

the treadmill spin

born again, alive again

through the wind. 

2014.

Author's Note

Found in an old notebook. I do not even remember writing this work. I have no answers as to what this is about but I liked it.

Reviews

[Marie]

Great use of metaphor in this finely penned and very powerful poem. Your poem is as powerful as the wind, it has the power to uplift, to give strength, to inspire hope, There is no point in trying to defeat the wind, it is invincible. It can upturn strong oak trees from their deep roots, yet the blades of grass simply bend with it and remain untouched by its power and strength. They live to tell the tale because while the mighty oak will not bend to the wind, the little blades of grass sway to and fro with it, they go with the flow, they do not fight against it and they survive because of that ability. The wind has a message for us all, dear Ern. Go with me, it says, because you cannot win against me. I sense a turning point after this poem was penned, it's like a renewal and an acceptance of life as it is, like the little blades of grass. I so enjoyed reading and Congratulate you on writing this absolutely amazing poem, Ern. Superb write! Well done, Ern...

[LisaCarol]

Ern - I enjoyed this poem. Thanks for sharing!

[Lorry]

When we are down we somehow fund the strength to never give up on hope, that one day things will be better and life will once again make sense.
It is that thing within us that no matter what we face, hope never completely extinguishes from us and will one day grow from an irregular spark to the flame that it once was.
That spark is essentially us at our most reduced element, oblivious to sense, yet clinging on in the harshest atmosphere to the life that is and will be again.
Without it our entire universe would be gone, which is a lot to put on someone, which is most likely we just stick the label of hope on it, to stop it overwhelming us.

[Soren]

I found that this poem opened many doors as the wind pushed them out of latch, it poured through cracks in the windows and walls and chilled me with memories of past winters, springs and summers. The wind is the breath of life without which we can not live, it is the vehicle to voice without which we can not speak and with out words we can not write. The wind a muse to poetry itself. I love the line "hope is heard in the still silence" it seems a Taoist statement of paradox. In fact that whole stanza seems Taoist. "laughter is the key to the celler" deep meaning in this line. Words of encouragement and perseveremce there is a sense of rebirth here