Alone, but I had dreams that embraced my fragile soul,
I had tried to live in Dublin always seeking places new and old,
Howth Head with it's wild gorse and fragrant heather mingling
With sea of deepest blue and true skies enfold
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I love the way how the first line goes perfectly with the last line! Indeed, a blank page, is the portal to our discoveries of self, our essence, whatever our souls are made of. I very much enjoyed reading this poem, as I can really relate to it. Absolutely beautiful!
fragile soul, my moments of searching for my soul, tattered emotions, need of belonging, back into my inner core Love is mountains of emotion a volcano exploding, i always look for wonderful expressions in your poems. These are the great points i collected from your poem today. Thank you dear poetessHazel. I was in Dublin 4 times….. like it very much. tony
There are so many good images in this poem that it is amazing how one of them broke free from all that excellence and especially caught my eyes- - - - - - - - - - - - - my heart is the sea tormented by the drawing in and out of tides- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the others spoke to me but dang how this one sang to me is incredible. It absolutely couldn't have been written better. ! ! ! 10
a wonderful poem of one's ups and downs in life? the blank page could be the slate wiped clean ready to begin a new day! ...............well written
Let words flow into a blank page and fill it with burning passions and emotions! You have a beautiful way of unleashing your pent up feelings! Those who read always experience the ecstasies and turmoils you have from time to time....! I feel your insatiable love of the sea and the ocean! Great write Hazel....!
The page was but it's no more blank, the erupted volcano cooled in a mountain, let the snow be frozen, a summer sun will melt it, rivers will start dancing and flowing in a green plain and flowers will sprung. The journey will end in the peacful depths of the sea. The beauty of the poem is that it forces a reader to think and be poetic. That's what happened with me.