The wind of humanity washes over me
Tugging at my clothes
sucking the breath from my lungs.
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A great poem.It rolls on like the ocean itself. Read WB Yeat's 'The Lake Isle of Inishfree'.
Nice poem. One word bugged me, tho: The Atlantic never so unforgiving. Corpse-cold - would have preferred: The Atlantic never so unkind. Corpse-cold - since have a thing for alliteration / and / syllable-counting! Forgive?
LIked this poem very much. Its imagery and movement work well. I have written and publsihed several poems about the islands and highlands of Scotland. I hope to read more of your work in the coming weeks.
This is my kind of metaphor! Thank you for such colorful journey.
Quick reply to Jacqui and Matt, and thanks both for your comments. 'The Lake Isle', Matt, yes, I love it, one of the poems I memorised in primary school, and which has brought me comfort ever since. If this piece brought that to your mind, then I am honoured indeed! Jacqui, you are right - 'unkind' would fit better...and I am now tempted to change it! . But for this piece, I didn't do any formal crafting, just let it roll, as Matt says. And i wanted accuracy...the place that inspired it is not unkind, but it can be unforgiving. (But me, I always forgive...eventually! ! : -))