How the wayward wind is let || to whirl your golden hair
When not even moon can move you || I´m a mortal to your gaze
You’re its raven — racing || a mariner, the wind is yours.
Oh enigma of this envy why? || It’s not enough to hold you close
when that wayward wind is let || to whisper lies to starving ears.
My dear, I cannot capture you || the way you’ve caught my heart.
Love, enslave me, end my pain || I can’t endure this wind & you.
Today I host the bar at dVerse, and I would like you concentrate on pauses and silence in poetry. My choice has been to include ceasuras (||) in my alliterative verse, but you are free to use punctuation or linebreaks to get the drama with those pauses that are crucial for poetry.
It would please me if you would include a reading so it becomes clear how you work with silence in your poem.
January 4, 2017