My soul is lost forever in a dense fog,
Swirling around in a vortex at the edge of an Irish bog.
The fallen tree has now been cut up into logs,
For my open fire, to give me warmth to dream of my desire,
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Swimming in the sea of sadness.yet eloqiently ezpressed. The first.few lines.are loaded with lovely language.
Sweet memory of lost love nicely painted......................10
The lover has captivated the maidens heart. Yet his attention only lasts for a little while. His love for planes and flying takes precedence right now. She still has hope and passion. Might help to go fly with him. Poignant write.
Certain things are so delicate that they have to be handled very carefully and love is such a thing. Humans survive on love and perish in its absence. Again. an insightful poem from you, Hazel.
There are parts of this poem which are full of intense imagery. That's the brilliant part. Other places where you seem to be searching desperately for an end rhyme. Assonance and scansion are somewhat lacking, but the promise of a great poem is there, awaiting that final polish.
well, it's a sad poem but great poem too i love the way that u write it and the emotions that u put in it so alive thanks for sharing
....its is really poignant and sorrowful, but somehow binds hope and optimism.....
Love lost is like a storm gained! But after the storm is over things shall settle down and the day turn brighter. A poignant and polished poem. Excellent write.
yes hazel a sad poem of loss as I remember the way you held me at the local dance strong line of feeling here
the loss of love is one of the hardest things to get over, a great poem.
You stole every good thought SAD! Yet how in time we gain from these lessons. Keep smiling possum. o :)
Once love has gone, it is unlikely to be retrieved, so best to move on. Well expressed feelings on lost love. Well done Hazel.
great expression and very well versed.. metaphors are so nicely delivered..as My heart had begun to fray, With so many loose threads, in the month of May, again in the line Now you search relentlessly for a new thrill to fulfil each day! - pregnant with pain and burst into romance... lovely imagery.. thanks for sharing.....
A soulful Story. Very nice and intense Plz come to my page and say something about my poems
Meticulous it is! The recollections have a charm and the last line is possibly the best one for ending this poem. Happy reading it was and here is your 10 marks Hazel...
Bursting with beauty at the start but pregnant with pain at the end. Excellently expressed my friend.
A touching poem Hazel, filled with sadness. Beautiful poem on romance that lost with the time....People never appreciate the things in hand. Great write.
Beautiful expression of an affinity and romance developed once, but lost somewhere, sometime! Now it clings on as a painful and nostalgic memory! His new passion for the blue skies may be an attempt to replace the treasure once lost or neglected! ! Great write! !
Dear madam, you have so movingly delineated the sweet memories of lost love in this poem.Beautiful poem. I appreciate it.