Beneath the open autumn sky
where hope settles upon the furthest cloud,
love infuses every breeze—
a man’s hand gingerly finding
the length of my spine,
leaving tiny shrines of flesh
aroused, all over,
acknowledging his magnificence
slipped beneath my sweater.
I want to reach behind,
entwine those chilling fingers with my own,
guide them to encircle me in whirling wonder--
to blush my cheek in tender cupping
then fall to rush my heart's valley
and curl again to swirl twin mountains
that they might forget their lonesome echo--
then rest a while
in deeper breathing.
But who can hold the wind?
Who can trap his blustered blowing
or capture flowing turns
to learn his essence?
Not I,
perhaps one greater. And yet
I know his presence,
how his breath bellows through my deepest need
lifting, lifting me to find the greater truth
of things unseen,
then whispers softly into my soul
to lay me down again.
I can not command the wind
nor summon him to stay,
yet, faithful friend, he comes,
inciting love to grasp at tiny clouds
as leaves dance on the invisible.
Author notes
PROMPT:Theme of Love, with the given title, "Windswept."
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475 points, ended September 27, 2008, 13 entries
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Why is it...the lisp of greatness is such a murmur
and words of universal thrusting are found to swoon alone, like the backside of moon
groaning blossom, botany stroking one more fable,
that men are afraid of a powerful fable...
ten... you are just the best...my bug of choice,
kentucky poet with a passionate voicing.
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What a wonderful, beautiful comment! Wow, seriously, it's not too many comments that are so encouraging and so inspiring in loveliness. Thank you so much, this was really special.
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That confluence of man and nature...the wind personified, man as symbol...I see that merging here.
It is poem a poetic flush of romantic memories, and I think a unique way to express the feelings of the breeze, I'm not sure you intended the latter, but it seems to apply.
The language is mildly erotic, mostly sensual, and man becomes the wind, or this man, who cannot be contained, or fully understood. There is this suggestion that the speakers powers are inadequate for the task, that though appreciated and understood at a depth, it is still inefficient...which is both romantic and maybe a measure of realism coming through.
Still I see nature, which you intended, but having maybe more of a direct role, than a symbolic one. But that might be just me playing with idea.
As I read the end I wonder if this whole poem has another meaning...that "he" is not the wind, nor nature...but something else...romance itself? Some type of intensity maybe? I dare not guess further.
But the contest theme is love, so as our buddy Freud said...or was it Groucho Marx, lol "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."
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this is gorgeous...very sensual, and yet, i pick up a vibe of melancholy as well as perhaps he is unsettling, like the wind...
beautiful poem
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I can only dream of writing like this. Your wording is sublime and the feelings created are wonderful. You have used gentle sensuality perfectly and
developed memorable images. Your poetry sings. I hope you will feel inspired by the next round. Peace, Liz -
Smiling here....I think you
more than grabbed the wind
and rode it straight into
this poem...Fine writing, my
friend. Wow.
Love, Lane
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Ten, OMG, this is lovley, such sweet passionate reverence rendered here, what a beut!!! awesome awesome awesome.Bravo
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beautiful.
my words have been swept away in this beautiful breeze you've painted in words. Well done, dear poet!!
all the best. -
totally speachless
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this is really well done, the themes reflected very well, the wind takes on the uncontrolled nature that is also within us...to find its own place, to make its own brand of beauty in the world... delightful poetry here...PK
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WOW!!!
This windswept certainly fits the word...A whirl of breezy, breathtaking sigh here...Just what I was hoping for in this contest and with this word...
Amazing poem.....
I love, love, love this one!!!!!
Lynda
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I haave a 'windswept' I think you will enjoy...
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Flowers / Bah!
Dandelions are flowers, right? / 'cept lawngrass people, hate em. My girl used to rub a dandy'lion, on my chin & tell me she loved me... but, she ran off with a guy in a pickup truck cuz'I didn't have no wheels. Now I hate Dandilions too. So there!
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