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The Ever Blowing Breeze MAG

February 5, 2014
By KaavyaM SILVER, Hyderabad, Other
KaavyaM SILVER, Hyderabad, Other
9 articles 1 photo 47 comments

Favorite Quote:
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

Callused hands caress a wrinkled cheek,
I lean forward on my bed; bones seem
to creak.
A relic lies on my bedside, left by someone who cares.
A long forgotten photo. A child's face stares
Back up at me, and in shock I freeze
As I remember that I forgot that ever-
blowing breeze.

The dust swirls around the neglected frame,
The child's face, the backdrop, a forgotten name,
I've let go of my past, left it far away,
Untouched, abandoned, until today,
Because I have forgotten the memories
Of childhood, of life, of that ever-blowing breeze.

It was there that I was dropped to from
the skies,
The sacred air carried my infantile cries,
Scarred knees are redolent of the innocence lost there,
The wood, the stones, the sun's blazing glare
The shade from the endless sky of trees
And the goose bumps raised by the
ever-blowing breeze.

I want to smell once more the sweet scent
of rain,
I want to listen for the rumbles of the
passing train,
To feel the crunch of pebbles under my
bare feet,
To run and run until my lungs accept defeat.
I want to hear again the buzz of the bees,
And be caressed and kissed by the
ever-blowing breeze.

The images are fading, like water on the damp ground
In the chaos of my mind, they are drowned
In vain, I pull them, I imagine, I try
But I see naught but nought, in my
mind's eye.
I think I've lost forever my sweet memories,
When from the still air, once more, I feel
the breeze.

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This article has 5 comments.

on Jan. 14 2015 at 8:16 pm
MysticMusic ELITE, Waterloo, Other
116 articles 0 photos 118 comments

Favorite Quote:
“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” -Mae West
"It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things." - Leonardo Da Vinci

This poem was beautiful, even with rhyming couplets, which I hear is a hard thing to do. I love the depiction of death in which longing for life pulls out vivid imagery within my mind. No wonder this poem was published, you definitely deserve it!

dinks PLATINUM said...
on Apr. 22 2014 at 6:35 pm
dinks PLATINUM, Hinsdale, Illinois
28 articles 0 photos 80 comments

Favorite Quote:
"and kisses are a better faith than freedom"

Love this! It is able to capture a lot of emotion,a nd the rhymes add a nice kick to the rythm. It was very well written, and executed. Keep it up!

KaavyaM SILVER said...
on Apr. 18 2014 at 2:46 am
KaavyaM SILVER, Hyderabad, Other
9 articles 1 photo 47 comments

Favorite Quote:
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

Thank you so much! I read this and I was like 'Woah, I didn't know I'd made a poem about memory that was like a memory! That's so cool!'

on Apr. 11 2014 at 1:49 am
Wondering_About_Infinity SILVER, New York, New York
6 articles 0 photos 34 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I'm nobody! Who are you?" -Emily Dickinson

No wonder you got an Editor's Pick. The poem itself is like a memory. Hazy, vague, vivid yet blurry, beautiful. Be proud of this poem!

purples BRONZE said...
on Feb. 11 2014 at 4:22 pm
purples BRONZE, St. Fdddd, New Jersey
2 articles 1 photo 9 comments
i have not  yet read your work but will shortly and i must say that that is quite a long poem most of my poems are always short i guess because i'm good at summing things up but none the less keep writing if the editors liked it i'm sure i will too.!