Discussion about this post

User's avatar
Corie Feiner's avatar

As a lover of both "free verse" and form, I love the rhyme structure of this poem. It is such a delate balance of sound art and content with no sacrifice. It allows for the last line:

"And my heart is wailing within,

And the wind is the voice of my heart."

...to be just irrefutably true.

Expand full comment
Jo Sundberg's avatar

Serendipitous to read this after arising from an unsettled sleep. We have a gale force Nor Wester this early morning. The wind has blown over rubbish bins in the night, recycling tumbles down the street. My jandals have blown to the other end of the garden from their neat and tidy position at the front door. I am watching birds losing their footing/winging as they try and find a straight flying course amongst the gusts.

I realised I myself was blowing against the cacophony and chaos, until I read this poem.

"The wind wails without,

And my heart is wailing within,

And the wind is the voice of my heart."

All is still now within and I can continue with my morning ritual. 😊

The healing power of poetry. 🙏

Expand full comment
8 more comments...

No posts