What was it?

by Everlasting   Aug 26, 2016


All these years, I hid between hays
like a needle awaiting to be found
in piles of withered yellow grass...

It was the sun, wasn't it?

I was in darkness all this time
but then a wind came,
and with a breeze it blew my mind!

The hays on top of me swayed...
They flew like birds onto the sky!
Dancing,
pirouetting in excitement
as the wind
moved them to other lands

And there,
as I watched, you came.
You threw your body onto the piles of hays
as if diving in an ocean full of love
in search of your beloved,
giving desperate strokes, one after the other,
But, with no, luck...

Then, there was the sun,
That with its rays!
(reflected upon me!) pointed, to you!
the way...

Wasn't it?

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  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello,

    The play on words here are good. At first I thought, a typo on, haze. In the leading verse I think you have over explained it. Maybe, just allowing it to pitter out, like a needle waiting to be found...

    The question about the sun is a good injection of curious imagery; making the reader think about the sun and it's link to a search.

    So, with the wind come context. You enter the scene with an admission : the wind being a force affecting your being.

    I see the hays full of birds being a metaphor for love. Love spilt out for the wind to blow around searching for love, but not finding what it sought.

    This poem is obviously personal to you and it's deep meanings allusive, like the needle in the hays.

    Lovely poem.

    Take care,

    Michael

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