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Blowing wind, Pouring Rain

Blowing Winds, Pouring Rain

A wind blows
through my heart
as it did once before

It has taken away my love
as the air swirls
and the rain pours

I do not know
what happened
to cause this change
in weather

For in a field of green
we made passionate love
within the heather

We pledged our love
within the meadow
coupled as one

A gale blows
on my soul
unrelenting to the sun

is the last glimpse
of her skin
to the dropping rain

Angst is my heart
forever floundering
in a new world of pain

For the ray's light
no longer shines
on our love and
I do not know why

As a drizzle empties
upon my soul
where it pools within my eyes

It becomes the blackness
of my life
as the squall rages by

In a blustery storm
that blazes
within my heart
where my love now lie's

It has taken away
my desire
as the air swirls
and the rain pours

A wind blows
through my heart
as it did once before

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Submitted on July 05, 2016

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Scheme a BCD eFG hixj xexj ehk blk kxxa cxa xxim xlx xxm xxcb xjFG BCD
Closest metre Iambic dimeter
Characters 835
Words 179
Stanzas 15
Stanza Lengths 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 3, 3, 4, 3, 4, 3, 3, 4, 4, 3

Norman Wilson

IntroductionForgotten are the times the tick of a clock once chimed sobering sounds that caressed my hearts nightly dreams. As I awaken to the touch of light that burns upon a candles wick flickering my words for all to see. This drives my thoughts through the darkest of nights of loneliness that renders my quill upon parchment with ink that dances to minds and souls.Now I hear the screeching of my heart when the blue horizon covers the orb of emptiness.Within the shelter of my mind with little, purpose other than my words that keep me sane. These are my new poems I have written in the quiet of my night, forever wished away in a writer’s pain. As I strive to write that perfect poem that, my soul desperately seeks. Then and only then can my words rest upon a sleep. more…

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