WL Schuett

Edge of the Wind

and I refused 

I needed to manifest destiny 

I was a seeker awaiting his message 

the shadows know the secrets of the hawks eye 

 

born to ravaged avenues in 

a lust filled fort in Eden 

lost in the hell of Revelations

where the breast of the law began 

 

She lowered the timbre 

of her voice 

right to the edge of 

the wind 

she nurtured her prayers 

over her art 

she had so much hard earned 

guilt to rescind 

 

refusing to embrace 

true freedom 

though 

lovely and rare 

there is no sure footing 

in the darkness of the forest 

still so many questions 

lost in the book of prayer 

 

somewhere in in my journey 

there is a door left ajar 

an unexpected staircase 

leading me to what I seek 

listening for my message 

in the darkness of the forest 

in the dream of a flowers secret 

in the stillness of broken raindrops 

in the shattered book of Friday’s prayers

in the beautiful promise that was Eden 

in the eye of the Hawk in the Bloodmoon 

in the quiet miracle of loves embrace 

 

yet, I refused to be born again 

and I left , 

to listen to the edge of the wind 

 

 

Comments7

  • Christina8

    There simply aren't words to tell you how great your poem is. Kat said "awe inspiring" and that it should be in a book, and I most certainly agree! You are talented beyond my abilities to critique. Excellent poetry, Bill!

    • WL Schuett

      Thanks Christina that’s very nice !

    • FredPeyer

      Even though your painting is good, WL, the poem outshines it! And I just love the 'listen to the edge of the wind'! Great, great poem!!! (Was contemplating to give you 4 exclamation points, but did not want to overdo it)

      • WL Schuett

        Lol Fred yes definitely not worth four ... thanks for three though

      • Accidental Poet

        What can I say that hasn't already been said here?
        OUTSTANDING BILL! That's what I'll say of your painting and poem.

        • WL Schuett

          Thank you kindly AP

        • CMoses

          Incredible journey inside this poem.

        • Goldfinch60

          Wonderful write WL and as Fred has said the 'to listen to the edge of the wind'is a wonderful line that speaks to me.

        • myself and me

          Standing still, "to listen to the edge of the wind".
          Keep the eye open, to seek the answer in the darkness.
          Hold the breath, to wait for the messages.
          Get lost in this poem. The painting is attractive.

        • MendedFences27

          Sometimes in the search for a better place we learn that where we began was the better place. The "Edge of the Wind" is a strange place to begin and what you heard was a mere illusion, or should I say 'allusion,' one that was not what you were seeking. Along the way though a very descriptive journey. Terrific poetry. - Phil A.



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