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Windtalker…
I whisper my words to the wind,
carried on the breeze contained therein.
Words, words and more words, I do say
to no one in particular, the same every day.
Sometimes the wind capriciously blows them back,
as if angry at me blustering with fury it’s attack.
Other times it wafts gently past
carrying the words I have amassed.
Who will hear them, who can say?
It does not matter after its carried away.
What is said is said, there is no one to listen
to my oration of words in singular unison.
I talk to the wind but it does not reciprocate,
it just howls and gusts at what I alliterate.
There is no one to listen, no one to hear
or to care about what I hold dear.
I talk to the wind, listening, hoping to perceive sounds
carried to my ears as it drifts and floats around.
Gypsy red
Dec.2011
carried on the breeze contained therein.
Words, words and more words, I do say
to no one in particular, the same every day.
Sometimes the wind capriciously blows them back,
as if angry at me blustering with fury it’s attack.
Other times it wafts gently past
carrying the words I have amassed.
Who will hear them, who can say?
It does not matter after its carried away.
What is said is said, there is no one to listen
to my oration of words in singular unison.
I talk to the wind but it does not reciprocate,
it just howls and gusts at what I alliterate.
There is no one to listen, no one to hear
or to care about what I hold dear.
I talk to the wind, listening, hoping to perceive sounds
carried to my ears as it drifts and floats around.
Gypsy red
Dec.2011
Published 15th Dec 2011
| Edited 16th Dec 2011
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15th Dec 2011 10:32pm
For every poem that I have read you have always been able to paint a picture like no other. A master piece of vivid colors and warm chilling breeze. I love your poems.
16th Dec 2011 12:23pm
To quote one of my pieces "It’s the awful truth that suffering can deepen us; give a greater gleam to our colors, a richer resonance to our words."
I truly believe this, the more we have lived, loved and lost the better we write because we can write about first hand feelings.
Thank you so much for the generous comments and for stopping by to read.
Gypsy red
I truly believe this, the more we have lived, loved and lost the better we write because we can write about first hand feelings.
Thank you so much for the generous comments and for stopping by to read.
Gypsy red
16th Dec 2011 3:16pm
16th Dec 2011 3:17pm
