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Poem: There She Waits as the Wind Gently Cries

A girl in red stands on hillside

as the wind gently cries
it blows drying her tears
as the wind gently cries

She watches for boats at sea
as the wind gently cries
watching for a single ship
as the wind gently cries

Years ago her love went to sea
as the wind gently cried
she blew him kisses from shore
as the wind gently cried

Waiting in January
as the wind gently cried
waiting for his ship to come in
as the wind gently cried

Walking home alone
as the wind gently cried
always holding onto hope
as the wind gently cries

She died and they buried her
as the wind gently cried
in a grave on the hillside
as the wind gently cried

There she’ll wait for eternity
as the wind gently cries
for her lover to come home
as the wind gently cries

A tearful response to the Epiphora poem prompt at dVerse from Laura.


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39 thoughts on “Poem: There She Waits as the Wind Gently Cries

      1. I thought about the advertisement for Deadliest Catch I just saw yesterday as I hit send. The migrant issue is an even more heart rending one given their reasons for going to sea.

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      1. Same here. Well, I can sing but can’t play any instrument with proficiency. I actually did collaborate with someone once with lyrics and music. We wrote several songs together, but we never notated any of it and only recorded one of the songs. I’m still friends with my collaborator though.

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  1. Truly heartbreaking, but beautiful in your verse; makes you wonder how many have experienced that same heartbreak until their death. I also adored the repetition of “as the wind gently cries” and it speaks to me at first as solace, then transitioning to a haunting patter or echo. I loved this! It’s amazing.

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    1. I was always fascinated with the architecture feature of a widow’s watch in New England, where wives could sit and keep an eye on incoming ships (or ships that never returned). This lead me to thinking about the cold wind swept shores of the area and the repeating line of the poem.

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