Wednesday, January 30, 2013
My first poem of 2013 written this morning during the dawn
The Wind
The illustrious remembering prophesying wind
Sits atop the mountains and rests
Remembering tickling old wind chimes
Prophesying people filling with fear
Thinking laughing calling
Candidly sweeping hair out of Olden Eyes.
The wind
The illustrious wind
Whips down
Shakes the trees
Knocks on minds
And soothes crying babies.
All is good with the wind.
© MariJo Moore January 30, 2013
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from Barbara Braveboy-Locklear:
ReplyDeleteThank you, MariJo.
Beautiful is your "Wind" poem. I love the imagery
. . . I felt and heard the wind's breath as it blew and rose.
Hugs/bbl
from Deborah Bowles:
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!