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Wind in the Night

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The night wind was icily cold. No herons or olive tree warblers flew, Only hooded black ravens, preying on the souls of lost men. More red-pinkish flowers dropped from the tree, leaving the branches bare until in a few days the green leaves will sprout, and the tree will remain flowerless, an ugly sight, shunned by all. Suddenly the wind dropped. He felt despair, sullen and dejected. Soon no one heard of him anymore. Some say he hanged himself upon the very tree that sheds its flora, Others believed he fell on a stump that pierced his bowels as he lived a recluse amongst an unknown tribe. Others made him their hero just for the sake of being different. But he was seen no more. The icy night wind blew, the Judas tree shed its odorless flowers, as true lovers escaped to scented bowers.

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 3/29/2025 10:25:00 PM

Your poem is great. The Judas tree fortifies the message. I liked how the tree could not have flowers because of this man's fate. It was riveting.

Karen Jones

Date: 3/27/2025 2:09:00 AM

Wow that is engaging and full of beauty as well as angst! Good writing!

Ink Empress

Date: 3/26/2025 10:41:00 AM

I love the way youv written this dear victor, and the picture youv used here too goes so well with the poem, and the way youv painted imagery is so vivid and gives the reader a very clear story of what this judas tree resembles and the depth of what youv meant here in your poem. So moving and soulful! Pleasure always reading you! Sending you light

Maria Williams

Date: 3/25/2025 11:59:00 PM

Dearest Victor, your poem is hauntingly beautiful, weaving a melancholic atmosphere with vivid imagery and an underlying sense of fate and mystery. The symbolism of the Judas tree, with its red-pink flowers shedding like lost hope, adds a deep, poetic sorrow that lingers in the mind. The contrast between the forgotten soul and the lovers escaping to scented bowers is particularly powerful, leaving the reader with a sense of both tragedy and inevitability. ...Hugs

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

Date: 3/25/2025 10:28:00 PM

Depicting a cycle of suffering and abandonment,underscoring human fragility amidst betrayal and loss. I see the flowers of Judas tree hinting hopes.

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 3/25/2025 8:24:00 PM

Your poem is wonderfully written, with darkly beautiful imagery. I enjoyed reading this.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 3/25/2025 5:54:00 PM

Of Judas, who thought he was smarter than God, turned to the devil and his works, then coming back to awareness, not in repentence but in pity and shame, hung himself on a tree, fell, etc… No herons or olive tree warblers flew, Only hooded black ravens, preying on the souls of lost men

John Read

Date: 3/25/2025 9:58:00 AM

A tree of beauty with a gruesome story, have a lovely day Victor.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 3/25/2025 6:27:00 AM

Dear Victor, Oh' The stark contrast between the dark, hooded ravens and the delicate flowers dropping from the tree really haunting. It’s like you create a picture of despair with a brush dipped in hope, and that’s such a powerful combination. It challenges us to think about how we perceive others’ struggles and whether we romanticize them or try to ignore their pain. Oh, the expectations we place on ourselves, and how easily we can slip into isolation. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Tom Cunningham

Date: 3/25/2025 6:00:00 AM

Quite a forboding verse Victor, you leave the reader wanting more. Tom

Valsa George

Date: 3/25/2025 5:00:00 AM

The sudden disappearance of the man sounds mysterious. Like Judas, did he end his life? Th poem leaves us in great suspense. Beautifully written dear Victor.