Charles Messina Poet Free verse

While the Wild Wind Whistled

Seeking solitude, through glass doors I ventured into the forest. 
Led by a path of thickened brush. 
At winter's end, temp' sixty strong, it made for a pleasant stroll, enhanced by the whistles of the mild wind   
Captivated by the walls of flower and green scenery whilst inside, I stood motionless
With the leaves blowing in rhythm, and the whistling singing 
"Like a candle in the wind" ... 
I tilt my nog' to the earth beneath my feet
While standing on stone; I thought 
I noticed it was a headstone with faded and dulled letters 
"Mose and Mary- 1884" it read; I trust 
With a chilled spine- I wondered...
Was it them, who whistled me here to their home 
I sat for hours celebrating with them,
In rhythm with the leaves
While the wild wind whistled 
"Their Anniversary" 
I assumed

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Anne E Sangster - K February 23, 2023 at 12:28 PM Both haunting and enchanting. I enjoyed reading this Charlie :-)

Gary Radice January 22, 2023 at 4:53 AM Hi Charlie. In many horror films walking through a forest is synonymous with fear and not always clearly defined. Much is based on suggestion, anticipation of what might happen. There are elements of this in your work and I love the whole mystery aspect. Your poem started out with an appreciation of nature and took a sudden spooky turn which I loved when reading. The ending, celebrating in harmony with nature was really satisfactory and neat. Just some of my thoughts that your poem sparked in me. Big thumbs up! :) Cheers - Gary

Mike Gentile January 21, 2023 at 7:04 AM Wow, Charlie, I was sure surprised by the ending of your stroll! I loved the story and possibilities that you portray in your marvelous write! Excellent read!! Happy Saturday !!

Heidi Sands January 19, 2023 at 12:44 PM Oh, this is excellent. Your words bring peace too. Thanks for sharing :)

Joanna Daniel January 19, 2023 at 5:45 AM A lovely whistling story, Charlie:)

Vijay Pandit January 19, 2023 at 5:04 AM I like the turn in your poem about Mose and Mary, Charlie--splendidly done with great images that capture the reader.

Tom Cunningham January 19, 2023 at 12:10 AM Enjoyed your stroll in the forest Charlie, it holds many secrets. Tom

Victor Buhagiar January 18, 2023 at 11:10 PM Such a heart-felt poem attracted by the demise of two lovers.

Speaks Volumes January 18, 2023 at 2:35 PM They have had many anniversaries Charlie, l wonder if you will be invited back next year. An intriguing poem. Enjoyed !

Kim Rodrigues January 18, 2023 at 1:09 PM Something about seeing a grave stone and one unexpected at that. Good people respect the lives that were. When I visited the Paris catacombs it was surreal. I could have touched the bones but sanity kept me from doing so. So many bodies. Glad you gave thought to this couple.Hopefully they were a happy one :)

Michael Tor January 18, 2023 at 11:28 AM Love this Charlie what a tale. Love your theme and if it was true what a remarkable happening. This one's a favorite.