Sometime Wind
Feb 22nd, 2008 by Ree Joy
Thoughts shaping
torrents in my mind,
to the music
of implacable confusion.
Finding release
in the soothing caress
of wind, and silence on my skin.
Movement
arrested by movement,
as it were; the future held
in abeyance
by the momentary joy,
of being, of sitting
still.
Living
for the sometime
wind.
Very lyrical language . . . it is very beautiful, all these poems painting multiple sides to a picture. Very cool, serene, distinctive yet sometimes confusing, the beauty of these forms great poems . . .
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