Thread: Wind in the Glade

This was full contact poetry as I struggled with a new (for me) meter It still is short a beat in a couple places.



Oh, the whispering sounds of the wind in the glade.
I remember that night and the stars overhead
As we tried to pretend we were lad and young maid.
Not just old and worn out by our days tangled threads.

We were young for a time and you kissed me with heat.
And my blood for an hour was once more flowing fast.
But the passion of youth is a hard thing to keep
When you’re old and time’s passed you by at the last.

Still at least for a minute we had our youth back.
For a moment we loved as we had way back then.
It was good to recall for a time what we lack
Since the clock on the wall keeps on moving towards when.

And by when, what I mean is the time sure to come
When our hearts and our minds take a rest in the ground.
Until “Hark” sounds the trump and the sky fills with One
Who has promised that He is our hope once He’s found.

Then once more we will be that young lad and young maid.
For the old and the weary shall get their relief
And we’ll go once again to the whispering glade
All it takes is a trust and a faith and belief.

November 2007 Rev. 2011

Hmm, yes, one or two beats off (heh) in a few places. I would like to see you try this as a free verse. I wonder what it would look like...

Free verse? Hun, I wonder. Maybe I'll give it a shot. Do remember that I was practicing a new meter and this is an early attempt. l thinkl I got better. I'll show you some time.