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Gull In The Storm
MR (july 1953 / Tennessee)

Gull In The Storm

Poem By mike ross

New woman in my life,

Who are you?
Why have those eyes stirred me so?

Tell me where your heart has been?
Why your soul is so wounded?

I want to know you, maybe to love you, but,

There are many mysteries, and dark emotions surrounding you.

Dark jewels, scars below the surface which,
When Touched
Cause your soul to ripple, and your heart to weep.

Your eyes tell me you ache for something real...

A heart stopping love, a man who loves you unconditionally,

A harbor for you to rest, and flourish...
I would be these to you,
You know this, I know this,

You will not open to me,
Not offer me the chance,
To show you
I am unique, a genuine heart, capable of all you desire.

Perhaps the bad men before me,
Have steeled your heart.
Steel which I can’t break alone.
Words, patience and love (my only tools) will not penetrate here
As the pain is deep and unresolved and you will not help me.

So your destiny is to be alone,

As the gull in the storm
Refuses to seek sanctuary in the tree which has survived a hundred storms........

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Comments (2)

Given the hearfelt body of the poem, your final image (that you also used part of as your title) comes across very powerfully. I'm not quite certain about the 'bent branches' part, which usually connotes some kind of twisting in the psyche-whereas you're describing yourself as pretty intact. (Weathered by storms, I know you mean.) Take the comment for what you feel it's worth...there are things I DO like imagining the tree with bent branches, too.
Mike, this is beautiful. Such lovely thoughts. Maybe if you give the poem to her? My warmest regards, CJ