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The wind laughed,
not at me, around me,
but through, as I remain.
The wind laughs at everything
because it will always be the wind.

This dawn, as the wind ever blows all in its way
felt not strong to move from slumber to dismiss
in so many shards
fallen bits of myself,
glistening, broken clean, neat,
cutting my feet,
sharpening heart shards
on the fracking field of me
in diminishing parts
until heart, shards, matter and bone
heaped,
seeking neither due nor atonement in the breeze.

“Themselves”, the wind whispered
moving through around and over
this pile of stains, me.
“They always do it to themselves”,
a chuckle of sighs
and a snappier ditty blew on others,
my stains already a memory. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 27 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )

Wind Sang Aound Me

Contributed by invierno on Tuesday, 1st May 2018 @ 02:09:53 PM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry

The wind laughed,
not at me, around me,
but through, as I remain.
The wind laughs at everything
because it will always be the wind.

This dawn, as the wind ever blows all in its way
felt not strong to move from slumber to dismiss
in so many shards
fallen bits of myself,
glistening, broken clean, neat,
cutting my feet,
sharpening heart shards
on the fracking field of me
in diminishing parts
until heart, shards, matter and bone
heaped,
seeking neither due nor atonement in the breeze.

“Themselves”, the wind whispered
moving through around and over
this pile of stains, me.
“They always do it to themselves”,
a chuckle of sighs
and a snappier ditty blew on others,
my stains already a memory.

Copyright Â© invierno ... [ 2018-05-01 14:09:53]
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Re: Wind Sang Aound Me (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Tuesday, 1st May 2018 @ 02:31:33 PM AEST
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First off I thought I liked the first stanza best. Then came the second which I liked better, and then the third.
Then I realized this was an awesome poem in its entirety.
In my mind this maybe your best ever. Glorious- brought me back to the day of old movies that were narrated by the perfect voice. Awesome.

James

Re: Wind Sang Aound Me (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Wednesday, 2nd May 2018 @ 04:17:58 PM AEST
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This poem rocks. I love the rawness of it and how brave your emotions lay bare.

ming

Re: Wind Sang Aound Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 6th May 2018 @ 09:19:25 AM AEST
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the wind they say holds
no focus
you can make wind with propellers
you can make wings with which to
carry yourself into the winds
and fly, or sail upon the sea.
the wind does not talk and never listens
from the wind you get the idea of propulsion
to wind up latent energy, some malleable
that still holds tensile strength

wind and wind, turning it with a key

And using gears, but once the power
is gone out, you have to wind some more
but the wind also makes waves

Gravity helps make wind
the sun makes wind
heat makes wind move
to where it is cool

water vapor in the atmosphere

Earth Wind and Fire
Verdine White
played the bass.

that is the way of this
world

Peace!

Re: Wind Sang Aound Me (User Rating: 1 )
by speedy on Saturday, 12th May 2018 @ 10:15:07 PM AEST
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Reading this caused a few tears; it/'/s absolutely beautiful. Great write!

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