Wind

[Michael]

An artist among the thickets,
I was waylaid by dark breath, blowing
stubborn, haunting thoughts,
bastard, feigned fantasies that frightened me.

Sweet swell running past my ears
diffused foreboding uneasiness
like the passion of a kiss.
My worry was windswept deflation.

[monkey boy]

the wind giveth and the wind taketh away...
appropos of March and her restlessness.
I love the way the (great) first line
sets this poem's course.
mb

[laleesh]

"I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear."

(King Crimson, 1969; In the Court of the Crimson King)


wha', is mercury retrograde! all these new posts are bringing me way back to the good ole' days! - yours no exception, michael. wafts of the old tune above tickle my ears this moment.

i always welcome the effect of a brisk, healthy wind on stale, stagnant, thick and heavy "air".



thanks for the music, and a lovely poem!
:)
laleesh

[Michael]

mb and laleesh, thanks for reading this piece and thanks for your kind and insightful responses. They’re very much appreciated. :)

[Michael]

Thanks Grey. Yeah I wonder, too. http://mysmilies.ipbfree.com/s/contrib/Bizkit/ponder.gif

[topaztwin]

I don't know Michael, the wind has been around. Perhaps not feigned at all....?

[Michael]

Thanks for reading this, Sierra.

You’re absolutely correct. The wind is real. However, how it affects me isn’t necessarily consistent.

Again, I appreciate your comments.