Tag: wind
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Breaking Up With the Wind
Summer wind hold my hand,grasp it, rub it gentle in the sunhoneyed soothing mother’s touch. Hide the coughing chimneys up ahead,the night in the strut of yellow cat eyes,amber streetlights yielding to blue tv glows.Coming cold blows my hands into jacket tight.The star I follow now hidden, dark,lost in the arguing noise outside and in.
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Poetry
It has been said, by someone wiser than me,that poetry is a wind from God.Than why do I find such beauty in the rhyme of dirt—Why do I listen to the lonely voicesof dead poets—Why do I want to excavate their bones,roll in them until they break—or burn them in the crematorium of my soulto…
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Waiting Boats
Two boats nested close to each other on the shorewait for those to sail them outthe tide to feel their steady hand the wind to love their backto love them backto turn with the wind and turn them back to the waiting shore