Tell me, winds of the East
curling like opium smoke
weaving shaded dreams
into biblical proportions
why is war and death the answer?
Whisper, south green winds,
coffee and tropical flavored
rinsing me with your rain
and breathing new air
how do you feel about dying?
Wild west wind; Alberta clipper,
Alaskan blast, Artic chill,
Russian cold chatter,
rattling ice castles
will there be another cold war?
North, breath of grandmothers,
I summon you, to twirl your fingers
round these rude winds,
knot them together
spin me a new sound to listen to.
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A contest entry
- I Summon The Wind by Touchof1der.
650 points, ended February 26, 2007, 24 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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WoW! Now this really must have taken a lot of thought and careful penning Carol. I love the descriptive devices you have infused here, giving this a distinct flavor that stands out above the norm. Excellent job here!
Thank you for taking the time and effort to enter my contest. Good luck!
♥ Touchof1der
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I can never tell how long it will take to write something..sometimes it is automatic..sometimes I work on something, put it in a to-do file and work again on it. This one was one that came quickly.
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Wow this poem is just completly amazing I love the wording the beauty the meaning it just brings so much emotion to my mind i can just thank you for this it touches me deeply. The background is vibrant as well.
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TY doomday. soemtimes oems become my favorites..this one is one of them.
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