He left on the wind seasons ago.
Standing strong in the face of
Mother Nature's cruel joke,
she waits in quiet rains.
The weeping silenced
when a blowing breeze,
aroused by spring's splendor,
began winding its way
through the willow,
bringing him home again.
Author notes
needs work...
A contest entry
- Quickie - Wind by Polaja.
700 points, ended April 8, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is an interesting piece - I really like the way you developed the prompt into a story... I'd like to see how it turns out when you work on it
thank you for your entry
Keep writing
Polly
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