Description: As long as Faith remains, everything else can be restored.........
Scatterings of the Wind -------------------------------------------
Arm extended I gazed upon my hand
Watching the slow trickling of sand.
Grain after grain being sifted in the wind
Each representing a memory I once lived.
Found its way to the East.
Fluttered along to the West.
Swirled along in a Northward direction.
Took flight and was spread all through the South.
I felt the winds calm to a gentle breeze
Gazed down at my cupped hand and stared in disbelief.
There lying gingerly was one single solitary grain.
Though the winds of Fate were strong, Faith still remained.
I think i might categorize more as "spiritual crisis (resolved)"...but then that's just me.
I have always held the idea of wind bringing change/inspiration/renewal in poetry. Must have been that one ode by that one weepy guy i like so much.
I like that you coupled love, passion, hope and trust with your winds of change. You could have just as easily chosen such forces as lust or all-consuming passion...or, well...the other way around. You know what i mean.
I myself would have an innate to approach this idea negatively. Just my mein i guess.
Anyhow, spiritual crisis is a major theme in my own work, so i can really relate with this one.
This poem was very strong and meaningful. Of all the things that were scattered away faith remained. That's sort of how life is. If you lose your faith you have lost everything. Great poem. Don't listen to that idiot baby tyrone what does he know about a great poem.
Oh hell naw! That is some prettyful stuff there. This is the best one I have read of yours hands down. You just went the whole nine with this one. I'm sure the women who read this can appreciate it because it tells a tale of the strength that women have after all of our BS. I loved it...As long as you got faith there is still another chance...
Indeed a beautiful write here, T. So easy and relaxing to read and just let your mind drift away. I dont think I would change a single word of it. It flows so gently, like a soft summer breeze. And through everything, there is Faith, never leaving our side. Still remaining. Bravo to you and thanks you for this soft, gentle piece. Carol
Such nice imagery could not be critisised in any way. But one really got to me about this piece, did you have the sand in your hand to start with? There is nothing to suggest you did or you didn't. As I read through the first stanza, I thought about gazing into a hand, as you do, and then this imagery of sand came from nowhere. At first I thought it was reference to time passing, but then as the write progressed I saw otherwise.
Just a little thing but I thought I'd be different from the rest of the comments. Otherwise, as I've said, such nice imagery make for a nice read, nice work.
This was very nice. Made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, because yes, faith remains after all seems scattered. The faith that everything that has been scattered returning by the winds... Very well done.