O love! Thou are not for me
My bleeding heart shall not hold thee
Thou made a home, in lonely dreams
A bird, in search of mountains and hills
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Beautiful poem.A bird in search of mountain and hills, scattered grains floating in the water.represent aptly the disappointment.written on smoke adrift in the fickleness of wind. wind and smoke together spoiling the show..! 0
The tale of love is written on smoke. A beautiful line, haunting and so often true. Bravo, gifted poet. :)
I agree with Barry below the last two lines are especially powerful. They cinch the mood of despair the poem conveys because smoke is no match for wind. This imagery tells us there is no hope. But - there is an indirect source of hope - The sonnet is a form that goes back at least 600 years and in adding to that tradition you affirm human speech, language itself as a source of meaning. The heart may be broken, but the mind triumphs giving voice to the heart's pain. The mind revives the wounded heart to live another day for another true love.
Love it - especially the final lines - The tale of love is written on smoke / Adrift on the fickleness of wind. Sadly this has been my experience. I am old however so I have given up. Young people should keep trying to find lasting love. Truly I wish you good luck.
It is an interesting take on love given it is written in archaic language.. Something of the past that love seems to be that have no place in the present scheme of things, or perhaps in future either.. However, like all things old we can always look at love too, from a sense of nostalgia.. An interesting poem Nosheen. Thanks for sharing.
A wonderful poem for love. Love can be sweet and love can us.