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concluding

the wind rolled in
assuming itself to be
some sort of god,
lost in the notion
to keep moving forward

instead, it stopped

unveiling its core,
just another beating heart.
I could finally see
the circuit-work and construction
of nature,
down to a tee

there never really was any mystery.

when I was young, in the worst of storms,
my mom would say "the wind,
it carries the whispers, spoken from
thirsty lips, looking for whatever
their water is"

and immediately after I murmured

I can't remember why or
what my dreams were
at the time,
but by the hope, still sitting
on my shoulders

I'm guessing they are yet
to be answered

and then, the wind, was
temporarily paralyzed
like I was all those years
until I found my answers,

this was my chance.

dug hands into skin,
soft from the precipitation of summer
and the rain that always falls
soon after

pulled out wishes on stars,
always to fade away

discovered rusted pennies.
lying to meandering reflections

and then, I found it,
sitting, waiting, slowly
dying -

even the best of dreams
can only last so many
thunderstorms, resounding
devastation

and mine was to be
the wind

Author notes

Verisimilitude: the appearance of truth or reality

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by: Ryno

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Comments

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  • Kevan
    January 21
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    Wow. Amazing poem Ryan... but really, can I expect any less from you?


  • Heroesrox
    January 20
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    Another good piece. Thanks for the share.


  • Everwind Rising
    January 13
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    And congratulations on the bronze.


  • Everwind Rising
    January 13

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    Ryan, this is great poetry. It's deep and understandible; thought provoking and emotional. I love the simplicity used to clearly communicate complex thought. I love it!

  • Wow, Ryan, how did I miss reading this? I think this is my favorite piece I have ever read of yours. It is so deeply reflective, posting questions and answers, and even questions again. I love the tone you have achieved in your delivery, and the wind is the perfect entity to portray your theme. Just amazing... and so deserving of the trophy!!!


  • CitrineSunrise silver member
    January 12

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    The "folksy" and personal nature of this poem lent it such authenticity. After reading it I wondered if the entire poem gave the appearance of truth and if you intended your reader to question its truth. Good poetry should engage the reader on many levels, and I think you were successful with this work. Thank you for your entry. Peace, Liz

    • Ryno
      January 13
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      Aww. Thank-you Liz. Thanks for the Bronze.

  • Oh do I love those nostalgic, snapshots-of-memory writes. Your descriptions are so lovely, I found myself getting lost in them and really stopping to think about some. I always wondered where wind comes from- I heard from the sea, the waves. Either way, this is lovely
    Jeanette*~

  • Beautiful

    Right off the bat before I hit the ending I really loved what these lines said:

    when I was young, in the worst of storms,
    my mom would say "the wind,
    it carries the whispers, spoken from
    thirsty lips, looking for whatever
    their water is"

    that take sme way back to when I was a scared lil boy and did not like weather at all espcially wind and rains blowing together. any ways with that being said I really love the heart and soul of this write and all you put forth into this write. anyw ays over all this is a brilliant write and I really love that ending too and how it all tied in together anyw ays brilliant marvelous work as always Lil Bro and keep up the very good work. very best of luck in the contest

  • that is cool. I love how you played with the wind in this piece. The first stanza and then the subsequent line afterwards are such an interesting beginning. Though the wind stopped, it kept the piece moving forward, which was really cool.

    the one part that felt kinda awkward to me was:
    "there never really was any mystery,
    behind;"
    since the behind is between a comma and a semi-colon, it just kinda hung there to me. it felt like "behind what?". unless I misunderstood that section (which is possible), it felt to me like you could remove behind without it affecting the piece negatively at all. but anyhow, just something that stuck out to me. *shrugs*

    I definitely really enjoyed this.

    • Ryno
      January 9
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      good idea. I agree. thanks for the tip & the comment, you

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