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my first poem i ever wrote....

  Why is the wind always crying?

  Singing trough the clouds his solemn song

  His lyrics demised through birds that are flying

  Its simple really - he has no  home...

 

 Why is the sun always shining?

 Blindfolding us with his glorious halo

 For we won't see what he's hiding

 Its simple really - he's always alone...

 

 Why is the  moon always singing?

 Like a coaxing siren  who'll never cease

 Gifting us with a quivering feeling

 Its simple really - she's lost her peace...

 

 Why we humans are living in denial?

 That the wind is homeless, the sun is alone

 Nobody's been never able to be impartial

 But before we have a chance to prove it to the world - we're gone..

 

...and then, all that's left is dust...

Carried by the wind, carresed by the sun

Without any reason this dust will be oust

Cause with no ending, nothing really began...

That way flows the spring of eternity

Limitless in the universe's plot

Its source is resting in eternal serenity

But we are nothing but the sky's dot...

 

   

Reviews

[Deepika]

Too Good Ana :) I loved the set up here, wind as a wanderer yet spreading his lyrics in joy , sun as lonesome yet trying to keep us curious, moon being insecure within yet trying to entertain the others..Good job :)

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Deepika!

[Ghost of Jupiter]

The first stanza in your beautiful piece really just squeezes my heart... I have always identified with the ceaseless roaming of the wind ... Around the work and back... Never finding a resting place to call home. Such a gorgeous poem. I love it.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much for stopping by. Thank you for the sweet review :)

[Lizardo]

Wow, I really love the atmosphere of this poem, This is really good
Great Work!

[Ana B.]

Thank you :) Its my reminder from where it all started....

[therisa]

Ana, it takes a very special talent, to write poetry, in a foreign language, like English, which you do superbly. Something, I know, having studied French, for 4 years, and still not have the ability to write anything, this complex, in French. Not sure, if your first language is Russian, Romanian, Ukrainian or Gagauz, but you have the order of this line of verse, mixed up. You have it, as:
"Like a siren coaxing who'll never cease", when it should be: "Like a siren who'll never cease coaxing". It's been twenty years, since my first and only year of studying of Russian, that I found this confusing fact about Russian grammar. I point this out, to make your poem even stronger, not to attack your writing ability.

Thank you, for taking the courageous step, of sharing your poetry, with us, Ana.

[Ana B.]

thank you very much for pointing that out, i'll work on it righaway:) my first language is romanian, then russian, then english, unfortunately i'm very prone on this kind of mistakes...

thank you for stoping by Therisa.

[therisa]

Your welcome, Ana. I wish I had your gift for languages, it would have made my university studies, so much easier, for me, during the early 1990s..

[Ana B.]

I'm sure you did very well as it is, did you study in Russia?

[therisa]

No, at Carleton University, in Ottawa, Ontario, although the instructor was Russian born. I finished the introductory course with a "C-". I figured, I would need least "C+" or higher, to continue on, with future years. The grammar, just lost me.

[Ana B.]

Well, some things are more precious that way....what did you study?

[therisa]

I entered university, to study Soviet and East European Studies, but switch to Political Science. The profs were using the newspaper, as part of our daily lectures, given the speed of change happening, in the Soviet Bloc, at the time.

[Ana B.]

impressive :)

[Emily]

'Why is the wind always crying' wow, this is my favorite part!

[Ana B.]

:) thanks a lot Emily :)