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Andrew Wyeth spent most of his career doing watercolor painting of windows -- looking out windows and looking in windows . . .  very creative.  I have written a poem on one of his works entitled:  Wind From The Sea (below is the picture) this is my imagination and does not reflect Mr. Wyeth thoughts about his work.  I was hesitant to post this poem but was encouraged by a fellow souper, Eileen Manassian -- thank-you Little One.  Your words mean a lot to me!!

 

Wind From the Sea

Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression, Loneliness, and Hopelessness
Greet me with strangling arms and leering grins
I don’t fight them anymore – somehow they are a part me
So together, in this house, in this room
We endure the somber solitude of the day

A sudden chill fills the room
Death enters – its foul breath chokes me
My three companions prostrate themselves
Pressure builds in my bowels
Bile rises in my throat
A heavy weariness fills my bones
He’s calling – hissing my name
I can’t breath

Death surrounds my soul – crushing me 
I hear groaning  . . .
Strange guttural sound -- it’s coming from me
Deep painful darkness fills me
I beg Death to take me . . .

Through the open window
A gush of wind enters
A sheer curtain hanging comes to life
It’s spirit lifts inwards and up beckoning me to dance 

What is this wonder?
A limp ragged curtain – faded, stained, frail -- has life
Reaching toward me . . .  frayed fingers of thread motioning
Old friends rush to me – Joy, Hope, Love
Death’s grip slips – I gasp a breath
Looking up I see the open window
Boarded by old bare wood, hard with age

I realize it’s daylight now – soft shadows 
A curving road leading to the water
I can taste the saltiness in the wind
Trees in the distance
A calling from the sea
Seagulls, waves, laughter

Joy breaths into my nostrils 
Leave this place – Depression cannot hold you
Simple pleasures I will give you
   Cool breeze on a summer afternoon
   Laughter of friends
   A walk in the garden
   A book
   The Sea . . . 

Depression laughs in my ears
Through that window lies heartache, treachery, poverty, misery
It will chew your insides up – blood will pour from your lips
Pain and suffering awaits if you leave this house
Death waits to take you home 
An end to this constant noise – the peace of total emptiness 

Another breeze and Hope fills my eyes with light
I see colors – vibrant alive filling me with warmth
Leave this place, take a journey to the sea
Let light fill you and be your guide . . . see -- opportunities abound
For laughter, love, forgiveness . . . for life – abundant life
See the rainbow upon the Sea

Hopelessness rushes toward me
Kisses my lips and whispers
Light burns and blinds
Enslaves you
They will see clearly your secrets
Spotlight focus – ridicule scorn . . . ugly disgust . . .  self-hatred

Love rushes in and embraces me
Light, fresh, empowering
My heart leaps with pleasure
Arm and arm she leads me to the window
Much pain and sorrow – yes . . .  also Love
A powerful love that transforms, refreshes . . . frees
Breathe deeply of the Sea air – fill your lungs
Go – you are loved deeply and completely

Looking out Looking in




David Meade
01/07/2015


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Terry Warnke January 24, 2024 at 8:14 PM David, I coach a speech team and would love to use this poem with one of my students. Would you be open to approving for non-commercial user for a high school presentation? David Meade January 25, 2024 at 10:05 AM Hi Terry, sounds like a fun and interesting endeavor. You have my approval, hope it goes well. If possible, please let me know haow it goes. All the best and live generously!!

Harveen Kaur August 31, 2023 at 7:34 PM I really loved how beautifully the feelings of depression, hope, love and others are personified in your poem. I enjoyed the way the poem progressed gradually. Also I admire your writing style which is infact inspiring.

Mark Proulx January 16, 2023 at 7:59 AM David, I'm writing a science fiction novel in which I would love to use this poem as the Prologue. It's haunting, painful and the mood suits what my book plans to explore. I'd like your permission to use it as it would definitely set the tone for the rest of the book. Feel free to contact me at [email protected]. Thanks. It's a glorious poem. Mark Proulx January 16, 2023 at 12:00 PM David, Much appreciated. My first novel, The Fourth Signal, is available from Amazon. This book I'm writing is a continuation of the series and your poem sets up the mood for the subject matter perfectly. I will let you know when I'm finished so you can see how I used it. Feel free to check out the first book to get an idea of where I'm going with this one. David Meade January 16, 2023 at 10:02 AM Hi Mark, Thank-you for your comments and would be delighted for you to use my poem. Please keep me posted on your writing, I look forward to reading your book.

Jennifer Fenn July 3, 2021 at 11:51 AM Wow David, I love sea poems, and poems about hope, peace, joy, and love in the midst of a bad situation. Thank you for this, a fave!

David Kelly May 23, 2021 at 7:58 AM This is the type of poem that got me interesting in writing. Keep up the great work, David.

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders May 18, 2020 at 10:15 PM Hi David, stopping by to read one of my favorite poems from one of my favorite poets. I hope you are safe and well. Blessings, Rhonda xx David Meade May 19, 2020 at 12:30 PM Thank-you for your sweet comments -- it made me smile with joy! I am glad to see you still writing and I will visit your site soon!!

John Castellenas March 28, 2019 at 4:30 PM This is poetry. Deep thoughts and the sea. My favorite place to know.

Darlene De Beaulieu February 20, 2019 at 5:02 PM Hello David Meade, I like the last verse the best. It made me happy. Have a nice evening my friend.

Matthew Abuelo June 29, 2016 at 12:51 AM Really a great piece.

Angeline Haikutwinkle May 30, 2016 at 11:01 AM Well-thought-out masterpiece indeed David Meade May 31, 2016 at 10:30 AM Thank-you Angeline for taking time to read the poem. Your comment lighten my heart and brought a smile to my face today. May Love and Light fill your heart!

Fotosafari Films April 25, 2016 at 7:58 PM Hi.... I like this poem. I am sending you a PM. David Meade May 31, 2016 at 10:31 AM Thank-you for your time and liking my poem.

J Hamilton Gist November 1, 2015 at 9:32 PM Do you write scripts or have you considered it? This is more than just a poem. Great work! Check out my work when you have time and feel free to comment. David Meade November 5, 2015 at 5:53 PM Thank-you for your kind words, I look forward to visiting your works.

Rizwana Bhurani October 15, 2015 at 9:24 PM A close view of that which can be more of felt rather than seen.Very creative as well.Felt the breeze of positivity.My good wishes to you always.Write generously. Regards.New souper,Rizwana Bhurani. David Meade November 5, 2015 at 5:56 PM Thank you Rizwana, you are astute in your comments . . . there is always hope! All the best.

Iris E. Sankey- Lewis October 14, 2015 at 7:56 AM Good Day, David. Your poem I just read captivated. It reminds me of my struggle with depression; and it shows strength we possess in sifting through those moments for golden rays of love still residing within and out. The way you so carefully capture details of who, what, where, when, how... most admirable my psoup friend. I think of Sea breeze of the Caribbean, and sky view, and trees, and God is... Blessings to you. David Meade October 15, 2015 at 12:30 PM Hi Iris, so delighted to stopped by and enjoyed the sea breeze!! Would love to visit the Caribbean and feel the wind on my skin! All the best and I will visit soon. Love generously.

Boygene Rabura October 14, 2015 at 12:49 AM wow! this is amazing. the words,they touch and cause a cool sensation in veins. i feel them. this one of the best poems i have ever read :)

Cecilia Macfarlane October 13, 2015 at 9:12 PM Wow David, this is excellent! I grew up in Newfoundland surrounded by the sea and the ever changing winds that carried most of these intense emotions in my windows at different times in my life. Love does prevail #7 Hugs David Meade October 15, 2015 at 12:32 PM Hi Cecilia, thank-you for your wonderful comments, you made my heart smile. Newfoundland sounds wonderful, I will look out my window now and try to see the wind that carries my thanks to you!

Edith D Eutsler October 13, 2015 at 3:31 PM Loved your poem, "Wind From the Sea." "With watercolour, you can pick up the atmosphere, the temperature, the sound of snow shifting through the trees or over the ice of a small pond or against a windowpane. Watercolour perfectly expresses the free side of my nature." -- Andrew Wyeth David Meade October 15, 2015 at 12:33 PM Yes, what a great quote! I love his works, though I have tried to paint, they never come close to his wonderful works. Thank-you for your visit.

Bl Devnath October 13, 2015 at 3:31 PM Regaining from sinking facing fear in loneliness. A beautiful verse read from you, my lovely friend. 7 sure. Loved always,bl

Robert Lindley August 15, 2015 at 6:03 PM Title grabbed me but the excellent verses kept me reading on. This fantastic piece deserves a super 10 but a 7 tis all I can muster here at this site! A7 David Meade August 16, 2015 at 10:19 PM Thank-you Robert, your kind words made my night. I have not been on PS for a while but I will drop by for a visit on your page. All the very best.

Constance La France March 12, 2015 at 9:33 AM David, I have come to this poem again to read your beautiful lines, I too am fascinated of painting of windows and I know a lot about wind, in my city in Canada we always have a north wind blowing, well done and thanks so much for visiting my poetry . . .

Debbie Guzzi March 7, 2015 at 3:56 PM There a lot of insight here, loneliness and the fear of it can not be dealt with unless you are alone! a change in perspective is what's needed you are so right! Light & Love

Emile Pinet March 2, 2015 at 9:53 AM The emotions were realistically portrayed adding depth and pathos to your words. Dip by dip the emotions build until final assurances and reassurance are drained of doubt. Emile. #7

Liam Mcdaid February 5, 2015 at 5:57 AM powerful piece of writing david a pleasure reading pal

Constance La France February 4, 2015 at 8:10 AM David, this is a beautiful poem inspired by a beautiful painting, you have honoured him well, it is obvious you love this painting, I adore paintings and prints of windows somehow they speak to my soul as your poem does and your title is the thing that drew me to it, well done and thanks for visiting my poetry ~~

Andrea Dietrich January 30, 2015 at 9:12 PM Just thought I would tell you, if I havent' already, this is your BEST poem according to Soup and now I have seen it three times. hurry, more new poems, my friend!! David Meade February 1, 2015 at 10:10 PM Thank-you Andrea, you are such a faithful friend. I have three or four started but have not found the energy to complete them. . . so many good one here to read and comment on . . . much love and light.

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