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mariah
the wind carries our stories. it knows intimately our histories,
each of us, & there is nothing that we can hide from the wind.
our dreams & fears, our search for love & the love that seeks
us. our loneliness, our denial. & our poetry. if we have spoken
it, it’s in the wind.
the wind blows gentle when it tells me the story of a girl. it
doesn’t speak her name, because she has many names. call
her runaway; color her the dark purple of hurt. put her on an
overland bus when she has no money. the driver will keep
her close & use her in the back when the bus is empty. a man
gets what he wants. a girl gets what she needs, & the scarlet
letters of harlot written across her chest.
her body was merely a commodity to be traded for a warm meal,
a soft bed to sleep in. these basic tenets of survival, where’s the
sin in that?
evenings on the corners with a hardcore platoon of working girls
in the whore’s uniform: heels too high & skirts too short. mascara
that melted down her cheeks in black liquid sorrow. she took the
money & ran to the next cold fuck, the next blow job.
the wind knew her infamy. it heard her wail in the middle of the night
when she mourned a simple joy that eluded her, & the despondence
realized in the incredible distance between yesterday & tomorrow. &
the wind knew one more thing:
her virgin heart was deep within, a sanctum far, far from the abused,
disgraced body of a whore, & no man would ever steal it…
I listen to the wind when there is no other song.
(Art: ‘Weeping Magdalen’ by Charles I. Berg)
Published 4th Feb 2015
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4th Feb 2015 00:29am
WOW...this is incredibly beautiful JohnFeddeler...and as the wind sometimes does...left me breathless..
4th Feb 2015 00:49am
The wind listens, and is merciful, with those sensitive enough to pay attention. She has many names, but you've caught her presence well.
4th Feb 2015 00:53am
...Beautiful.. cut like a knife.
'mascara that melted down her cheeks in black liquid sorrow' Great line.
Toast
'mascara that melted down her cheeks in black liquid sorrow' Great line.
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Anonymous
4th Feb 2015 1:42am
i have no words. which is rare.
stunning. absolutely stunning.
stunning. absolutely stunning.
4th Feb 2015 1:49am
start to finish...WOW
really!
just the first verse alone were
somewhat haunting for lack of a better word
really!
just the first verse alone were
somewhat haunting for lack of a better word
4th Feb 2015 3:38pm
Wow! very moving masterpiece...Elegantly tinkering like windchimes 'blowing in the wind' ...Amazing to say the least..i enjoyed immensely!!
4th Feb 2015 6:10pm
There are so many poignant, gifted lines in this poem. I truly love this.
4th Feb 2015 9:06pm
The wind tends to whisper our secrets to us, time and again. I love this. Its rawness, its cold tell tale heart. I listen closely to the howling wind, and just grin. Nice ink...
5th Feb 2015 1:26am
Very well depicted story, you kept the momentum till the end and the ending was exceptionally beautiful.
5th Feb 2015 6:51am
6th Feb 2015 10:11pm
Powerful evocative and mesmerising
The sheer quality of your storytelling is pure joy to read
I love the craft you display
"the wind knew her infamy. it heard her wail in the middle of the night when she mourned a simple joy that eluded her, & the despondence realized in the incredible distance between yesterday & tomorrow."
The pictures you paint with words are awesome
This is an inspired piece
The sheer quality of your storytelling is pure joy to read
I love the craft you display
"the wind knew her infamy. it heard her wail in the middle of the night when she mourned a simple joy that eluded her, & the despondence realized in the incredible distance between yesterday & tomorrow."
The pictures you paint with words are awesome
This is an inspired piece
8th Feb 2015 1:42pm
"a man
gets what he wants. a girl gets what she needs, & the scarlet letters of harlot written across her chest"
So sad and so true John. A story so poetically told makes it the more hard hitting. Very moving.
gets what he wants. a girl gets what she needs, & the scarlet letters of harlot written across her chest"
So sad and so true John. A story so poetically told makes it the more hard hitting. Very moving.
