Teares

I stand before the high winds
and ask,
for your turbulence to be removed
from my heart.

I miss that inward state of mind,
That calm region once full of peace.

When the will had not yet heard your lore
Nor, appetite, in subjection, adored
The superior sways
of your intermittent speech.

When before your echoes,
like bending branches tightened
between and beneath,
the secrets of a weeping heart.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this image you create, the wind blowing in someone's face as tears well up, is a striking one. there's something poetic and cinematic about it. you explore this emotion of pain so deep that it's inexpressible in fine words. the Leonard Cohen influence is clear and this tightly crafted work doesn't miss a beat.

[Eilis]

This is an achingly relatable poem. The scenarios and expressions take me back to my own moments of feeling these wishes as intensely.

The wish to simultaneously have the love back and to never have known it is such a painful dichotomy. Losing that will that comes with emotional independence makes for an extreme sense of vulnerability and desire to reestablish equilibrium within. You’ve expressed it sadly, beautifully here. Really enjoy your poems.

[I Shred This Cabbage]

Very kind of you, thank you! Means a lot coming from such a talented writer