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Wind
by Alison McKenzieWind is home,
Whisks me away
In dysrhythm,
Touches my cheeks
With murmuring lips.
Wind is my whispering soul,
The longing held for
The half century ways
My heart weeps.
Wind is the lover
Ever brushing the hair
From my eyes,
From my tears.
Wind settles me
After the wandering and confusion
Have wrecked their havoc
And I'm setting up my bed
On yet another floor.
Some have love.
Some have longevity.
Some have walls.
I have Wind. 04/12/2015 Posted on 04/12/2015
Copyright © 2026 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/12/15 at 07:00 PM Thought provoking poem. "it is a bad wind that blows no good." comes to mind. Wind can be calming, soothing, cooling. It can be searing, terrifying, destructive. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/13/15 at 03:17 AM Knowing a bit of your history, I found this piece to be appropriately autobiographical. The song, Windy, immediately came to mind, though I realize your poem is more on the serious side. |
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