After Effects.
For days hurt raged and blew gales of tears, rain
Drenching her already beaten heart, drowned
In saddest blue mist the darkened windowpane
Of her mind, witnessing life closing down.
He had gone, now facing rough after effects
She could only brace more against such storms
Of despair which, battering self-respect
Made her then wish she had never been born.
Pain swallows all for a while, but fighters live,
And sensing this, she began to untie,
Though slowly, life's strings, and relearnt forgiveness.
New boldness emerged, shoulders shrugged, tears dried.
More trying even brought smiles once in a while,
She found herself awash with memories,
Good times highlighted she now bathed and restyled
Her outlook, and faced that she used to be his.
But now had become solely her own, lonliness
Crept away as life's lessons taught her wholeness.
Wow this is some masterful stuff.
This poem is admirable on many levels; it's a perfectly structure piece that incorporates figurative language, excellent rhyme and half rhyme, none of which detracts from the heart felt sentiment. Superb! :)
lovely...nice crafting.
First stanza is excellent about the effects and the resolution at the end with the change is making it a complete piece! Nice poem!
This is a most wonderfully expressed poem, Fay, with absolutely brilliant imagery in every line. I liked how the tone of this poem began with melancholy, yet transformed into a triumphant conclusion. Carl.
Such wisdom woven into these words Fay, all commencing with a loss of love, and this happening more now than ever before. The relearnt forgiveness, and finally strength and perseverance bring wholeness. Such a meaningful read from your ever talented pen.
Fay the picture really captures the beauty of this poem - the gales of tears and rain drenching her already beaten heart... Your imagery is faultless..and it is fortunate that hope comes back in the last two stanzas...Another great piece.. ( You and your son are a formidable combination....)
wholeness a beautiful thought
Yes, what Sandra said on the painting...did not know about "Fay's Fruitful Family of the Fine Arts" ! This poem reminds me of a deeply poignant excerpt from a Romance Novel...Are you telling us something here...?Well done,lass \\\FjR///
Lovely Poem Faye. You must also be so proud of your sons painting that accompany your smooth words. Talented family!
She will be stronger and better if she keeps her heart open for another chance at love...Ah! Dorothy