Grounded

Once again, someone who is no longer in my life. I think this does the whole idea better justice.

I hath wilted with the disdain nary of piety, 

For faith bade me good riddance four seasons ago;

My wounds lick the salt from thy notoriety, 

Parching the heart with the drought of woe. 

Perhaps I ought not to sit upon the spent;

Gossamer clouds dost seek vindication for none all too clear. 

I shall listen merely to my ground friend, the meadowlark’s lament 

To rid me of my musings austere.  

O the merry days held such wistful mind,

Pray thy rope of ash betwixt us fester and burn;

But no ocean can submerge the ties that bind,

Nor cease these flames that heighten churn.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

he heart never forges the truths of lifes loves

[Audrey Howitt]

Hi Hayley--really nice write! My favorite line: My wounds lick the salt from thy notoriety, Parching the heart with the drought of woe. ---Sad for you. Take care!

[LA Lorena]

Such vocabulary and imagery! I am very impressed. Bravo!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Love is such a complicated thing...but you seem to know exactly where you stand. There is clarity in this poem that is just unheard of.

[Chelsea]

Wow. This is just fantastic. The language and the imagery really amaze me.

[Judy Ponceby]

wonderful write Hayley. Loved the language you have used and the feel of the poem.

[Robin]

You use the style and vocabulary to great effect , well done !

[Sri Gawn Tu Fahr]

your churning got me burning with feelings that got my head turning. loved it!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

With your classic and classy style I am beginning to think you were reborn cause no doubt you can write with with the best of the old world poets... some very interesting lines...


Gossamer clouds dost seek vindication for none all too clear.
I shall listen merely to my ground friend, the meadowlark’s lament
To rid me of my musings austere.


Love it.

[Seshat Nidaba]

Very focused and classical, I especially liked the first stanza. It's so rooted in comtemplation, as opposed to life, I wonder about how you process grief. I wonder sometimes about the poet behind the words, and this is such a piece...