She wanders down by the river,
Strolling by it's overgrown, grassy banks,
The bitter wind makes her shiver,
But the lush vegetation brushing against her feels like her lover's tender touch,
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She was in tune with life everything seemed funny, But now the bitter wind makes her warm heart chill, Her beauty is as natural as the constant flow of the river Powerful, unstoppable but still she shivers It is an outstanding imagination. Loved reading.
What a lovely story unfolding as I read along I caan see between the words the visuals, delightfuly dancing off the page...love it Annette
A nice imagination, Hazel is queen of imagination, she forces her readers to imagine with her brain and to feel with her heart.
As of a sudden, amid the vast surrounding nature a soul wandering with a precious hoard in her posession, Love.It's enough to feel the eternity of his pace in our world.Kudos Hazel!
You have a breathtaking way of describing her emotions. I was entranced.
emotions untied once charm so warm to keep as a constant flow of river filled to overflow again without loosing her great love for her man embraces in her soul over distant lands and oceans. beautiful penning- thanks for sharing
Amazing imagery, got caught up in the wind myself, wondering, thinking of the future so naturally filled with emotions of love while growing older. Feels like passion and desire wafting through the years, hoping it will never end, afraid that it might, although filled with the sensations of love's plight, even so. Really great poem, insightful and full of depth, using nature to intensify a simple humanity. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
She imagines the presence of her lover as the chilly winds of life blows and it gives her strength, colors her dreams and gives wings to her imagination! She hopes that even after her age advances, her love for her man will keep her young! Beautiful write Hazel!
If it gives any comfort to those losing their youth and va-va-boom, there is a couple in their mid-80's at our church, they are slender and rather youngish looking- I swear I see the teenage Barb right there in her cheekbones and the clarity of her eye and the skin that hasn't sagged a bit. Her husband looks like a young man in his build and in his merry blue eyes, the only real aging is his silver hair. I don't know their secret for sure- - but they are still so in love with each other. He kisses her tenderly good-bye when he goes off to the next room. He cannot do enough for her- carries her books, holds her hand, asks her if she needs anything.... If you are in any way worried about your beauty in your husband's eyes, don't be- -love gilds the lily and the rose! Now, there I went rambling on. I This poem writes a good story, sets a great scene, the chill of the wind is a good visual anchor- -well okay maybe not visual as much as appealing to the sense of touch! but I think you get what I'm trying so hard to say! Love IS an unstoppable emotion
Ah Hazel, encroaching age can't be stopped, but we take solace from nature. The leaves will change, wither, and die, but that mighty river rolls on. Guess we might as well accept and roll on too! Marianne Larsen Reninger
Fantastic write of a romantic poem with many ideas intertwining MAI VENN
Down by the river! At the fear of losing her appeal. But, it is all part of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The protagonist of the poem has shrugged away the perils of the advancing years and as you say reaps ' the constant bloom of her unstoppable deep emotions.' A poem of breathtaking beauty.