Quoth Theraven Poet Free verse

Prevailing winds

There are days we live only for others
and happy to share in ours, 
words of devotion
even scars. 

Though I never presumed to know 
or even understand..
only pretend.

But this time's not the same
this unshakable thing,
like a pain,
is not pretending.

A feeling that wakes you from a deep sleep
real, whatever that is.. 
transcending all moments that came before
you. 

Although still hear
so clear, another voice,
one that claims to be sane 
'I didn't want this'. 
Damn all this weakness. 

The other says 'show me..,  
do not tell me in a whisper'.
Like a drumbeat in the desert wind..   
love is hard of hearing.

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Zyrool Gifford June 16, 2025 at 10:23 PM Hello Quoth, this is a very heartfelt write, beautifully done. Loved the last line. Love is also blind. Have a lovely day.

Heidi Sands June 14, 2025 at 8:33 AM Excellent poem ! I like the line, like a drumbeat in the desert wind :)

Hilda Greenhough May 28, 2025 at 9:26 PM Fears seem to have lives of their own. Your poem is a wake up call. Humility is the victor.

CayCay Godwin May 26, 2025 at 5:15 PM I really tripped fantastic to this, enjoyed the daylights out of it. I think an 'i' ran away from its place between although and still. Bad, bad i. (can't help but help, I was an Executive Assistant for heap long time. Enjoyed your poem, had fun, too ... CayCay and

Gershon Wolf May 25, 2025 at 9:45 PM Amazing write, Richard. Profundity in motion. ~ Gershon

Nette Onclaud May 22, 2025 at 11:23 PM soulful write wc makes me reflect in a good way ..and thanks for your potd cheers on my page! Quoth Theraven May 29, 2025 at 7:53 PM Thank you Nette, and you're very welcome. Your elegant pen is on pointe. -Richard

Paige Hind May 21, 2025 at 2:38 PM Deep writing, Quoth. Love the final question it poses Quoth Theraven May 29, 2025 at 7:23 PM Paige, Thanks, liked your poem "Stolen Nights". I wonder sometimes what thoughts provoke a write. -Richard

Oliver Mckeithan May 21, 2025 at 9:49 AM Good one. The last stanza, especially the last line really makes this one. Quoth Theraven May 29, 2025 at 7:16 PM Thanks for that Oliver, the desert is a recurring theme of late. -Richard

Andrea Dietrich May 20, 2025 at 6:10 AM This is so deep and poignant. What a superb ending for it. Quoth Theraven May 29, 2025 at 7:13 PM Andrea, Thank you. -Richard