A cold wind blows from off the sea,
Shakes the buds on the hazel tree,
But doesn’t bring you back to me,
Or set me free, or set me free.
A cold wind blows across the lake,
Despite the wishes that I’d make,
Still it was you the wind did take,
My heart will break, my heart will break.
I watch geese wing across the sky,
For where you are is where they fly,
I yearn to follow, soar so high,
I can but cry, I can but cry.
A cold wind blowing through my heart,
I never dreamt that we would part,
This, the end that I’d thought the start,
Love’s cruel dart, love’s cruel dart.
I like this one so much. This is really your form! 🙂
Thanks Merril 🙂 I do like this style.
Agreed.
Do I hear a tin whizzle there?
You might hear a tin whistle. A whizzle sounds like something out of Winnie the Pooh 🙂
such a lovely poem, Jane, I like it! 🙂
Thank you!
Beautiful words and again a great image…loved to reread…
Thank you 🙂
I love the simplicity of this and counting out at eight times four times four with rhyme and double repeat last line. Yes, I love it. Does this have a name or type? This makes me want to write more poetry.
It’s called a monotetra, Kim. It is a simple but very rhythmic form. If you have a go at it, let me know 🙂
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The beautiful seaside picture is alluring and perfect, like your poem, for theivorytide blog!