A Hold Worth Taking

by Kristina Woodhill

the wind of action never stops blowing
it is all around us, ever cold or hot,
brisk or blustery, soft like a feathery
breeze, a tease of tomorrows' rains
or filling sails from here to the next treasure
a woman without hands can still reach up
snatch wind's tail with a crooked elbow
catch and keep, on and onward;
a man without arms knows the back trick
feet in air, toes can grip or two feet
get further together as one;
wind leaves ribbons dangling
all colors to grab, you see their rainbows reaching down
wherever rain and sun meet
determined duo for new seeds of growth;
a human without arms or legs
need not whine where action's wind is concerned,
the human howl has eons of lungs of defiance
behind its thunderous message
and teeth can bite and hold,
ride that wind wave like any shark
worth its depths and schooling


Author's Note: Answer to "Philip de Pinto" thread in forums, put forth by Terry Olynik.

Posted on 07/27/2014
Copyright © 2020 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Matthew Sharp on 07/27/14 at 06:32 PM

Further together as one... Nice:) Enjoyed reading this...

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/28/14 at 08:08 PM

Not familiar wth the thread but i like the thrust of this poem. The language is as bracing as the sea; evocative as the tangy salt air.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/02/14 at 04:37 PM

I'm not familiar with the thread, but really like the poetry here, Kristina. The wind, whether concrete or metaphoric, has inspired many a poet over the years, including this one. :)

Posted by Gail Wolper on 08/05/14 at 07:24 AM

As with above, don't know the thread, but there is a lot of good stuff in here.

Posted by Laura Doom on 08/22/14 at 03:49 PM

Terry who?

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/02/14 at 11:00 PM

Great response I think. Determination and good attitude make a great deal of difference in dealing with any serious handicap.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/14/14 at 12:37 PM

this is a poem worth holding on to. it speaks balefuls of truths, as it concerns all of us who are human and must persist as the wind and more than the wind, given the wind knows where it is going from the moment it is born, and never veers from its pattern and never questions its course, in contrast to we humans who are born ever questioning and uncertain. and that is the kicker, more or less constituting the entirety of our journey, to get us somewhat secured in the face of a world seemingly inured to its ears with that sacred and profane stuff called uncertainty.

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