The wind blows away the leaves;
The wind allows birds to fly;
The wind blows in the snow;
The wind allows hawks to soar.
In the wind, our poetry
is too often blown away.
Poets may write and compose,
they are so rarely read.
The wind blows many things.
It is said that the wind scatters
the ashes of the dead.
Is that happening to our poems?
Author notes
Contest Poem: Category 9 -- A day in the life of a breeze
Photo from Wikipedia, thanks.
A contest entry
- Be Prompt by Darkwell.
1050 points, ended August 20, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What's happening to our poetry?
Comments
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let the wind carry the sound and voices of our poems to others also like they carry the fragrance of flowers...nice poem
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Thanks nilav!
Those were such nice, echos of my thoughts -- stated in your own perfect way! Thanks so much!
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true true very nice
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very thought evoking piece here
The wind blows many things.
It is said that the wind scatters
the ashes of the dead.
i really like the rhythm of this part especially said rhyming in meter to dead. it just flows lovely that way
i like to think a poem is immortal an that once you write it it becomes part of the whole muse of existing
an even if it gets blown away it still exists, just somewhere else.
I like your take on the prompt and the deeper message in it.
WTG! Good luck in the contest
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