Often times
the wind is silent.
A reluctant friend.
Slightly awkward, excusing his presence,
as if to say,
"the birds invited me".
On most days, I'm
alone.
It's nice to have a friend.
Author notes
prompt was windchimes....for a contest.
A contest entry
- windchimes by going nowhere.
600 points, ended October 6, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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nice take on the prompt. i enjoyed this. thank you
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