DocAndersen
we gird for war
the winds whispering around us
egging us on, pushing as the wind does
pushing us further and further
we are not bound to chairs now
we rise
we seek the edge of tomorrow
and laugh
our mirth shattering the sound
of the wind
as it darts now in a million new directions
shattered bits of wind
that spent
fall to the ground
and we place them carefully on velvet
carefully in a wooden box
remembering what was
remember how it began…
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Question of
Have you ever stood in a forest on a windy day?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
Do you listen to the sound of the wind?
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Yes
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No
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Q: HAVE YOU EVER STOOD IN A FOREST ON A WINDY DAY?
Yes (4 votes) – 80%
No (1 votes) – 20%
Q: DO YOU LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF THE WIND?
Yes (5 votes) – 100%
Wonderful and expressive poetry. In Latvia, I loved to walk in the forests a lot and on windy days it seemed that the wind was whistling a tune.
i was actually writing this poem in the words on my emergency notebook, walking and listening. The cracking of the trees swaying and the wound of the wind created a song.
A beautiful song. I often walk in windy weather. Occasionally I have an uncomfortable feeling in the woods.
that happens (the uncomfortable feeling) from time to time for all of us
Very nicely done. I often listen to the wind. It has a lot to say.
it really does, right now here it is saying get inside because the rain is coming
I love this poem. I have read other poems about the wind, but yours stand out the boldest.
thanks sis! i love the wind. I don’t know why i have more than 100 poems written about the wind!