A whisper in the day
A murmur in the night
Caressing rock-face grooves
A sad and lonely sprite.
Your feelings make you up
Invisible to all
As unimportant as
The whitewash on the wall.
In anger you will gust
And crying urges tears
That freeze for icy heart
Fall down and disappear.
When joyful you will breathe
Bestowing newborn life
And whistle merry tunes
A fifer on the fife.
Speed through stone formations
And fingers of the trees
Oh wind, sing for us now
Souls riding on the breeze.
A contest entry
- Wind by Peteskid.
1000 points, ended September 15, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is a delight! Wonderful how the poem rises to a finish and the feeling of the wind is all throughout in imagery that brings concern for feelings and shows so much of how we see the people and the world around us. Excellent. Thank you for this fine entry into the contest and best of luck in the judging...PK
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Great poem. It's a good poem. I hope that you do well in the contest.
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