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Wind's Lament

Alone
Screaming down from swirling heights
                                       Frozen
                                  Fortified


Armed by the denizens of ice
                                And
                             Chill


                 In stormless skies
Belated, frosty December descends upon the first
                                                  Traces of
                                                    Forgotten
                                                  Spring:

                   Raining
Death to all vestiges of former warmth
                                        In blazing
                                          Raging


Jet streams of concentrated
                              Desolation


                 Inconsolable
Within the sheltered expanse of refuge from
                                                Melancholy’s
                                                   Nearing cry


Fire-drenched melodies of sunlight
                                    And hues of
                                    Vibrant spring


Mask the wailing counterpoint of desperate
                                       Hopelessness
                                              Beyond


Hostile, suppressing breathlessness




In the aching, pressing dark,


Below whitewashed stars devoid of legendary,
                                               Literary
                                                Warmth,


Barren foothills conduct mingled, haunting
                                            Strains


                    Of bleeding,
Anguished melodies ripped from the very soul of
                                                The weeping
                                                     Night

 
In solitude


        In sorrow


                In silence


I lament for you, my dear

Author notes

~Lines meant to resemble the wind (Arg for the evil text box that removes formatting despite extensive use of the spacebar)~

This write was inspired by my weekend sojourn in Yakima for Allstate choir.  The terrain and freezing weather seemed to parallel my longing for someone and my loneliness in their absence.

All suggestions welcome, especially in the title arena...
Written February 21st, 2006

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  • thelordreigns gold member
    February 23, 2006
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    This is a stunning piece. You have captured the force and brutality of the wind and of your passion. Beautiful. Perhaps just lament for the title. It would hide the fact that you are speaking as the wind and be a bit more subtle. Just a thought! Blessings - joanne






















































































  • Lionslove silver member
    February 23, 2006
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    applauseapplause.....

    wow. this is a thinker. something so ethereal as the wind...and all that it can reflect in the souls passageway through life. no one has seen the wind, but as the ship moves, she's passing by (qoute from song lyric - genesis). the wind refreshes, spreads seed, brings ease in the warmth of spring...yet howls in pain, ripping through winter vesitiges..dying of the night...driving pain to reflect the storm of the soul. this is a magnificent write. (and yes, i concure with the frustration of the editors available, even as a gold member and one versed in advanced html - can't tell you the number of times i've lost my formatting. very frustrating. don't worry though here. the power of the piece speaks for itself. great job again. all the best, -encore-


  • i am pookie
    February 21, 2006
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    Amazing

    This was absolutely stunningly beautiful. Oh and how you ended it 'I lament for you, my dear'--Chills going up my spine!!! So beautifully written--you give the reader a sense of desolation and fear, but at the same time this beauty and hopefullness. I absolutely loved it.

    But the ending line is what struck it home for me, that just tied it all together and made reading the poem a spark of wonderful interest that burst into a passionate fire at the end!! ARGH! Wonderful.