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Wind at the Window
Gray as cobweb graves
the foal of an east wind prances in
cold fists cuffing the sea
while fishers hug the shore
Weary farmers shake heads
forsake the plow
scratching crop from bitter earth
Each gust tinkers relentless
its fresh upstart impertinence
greater proportionally
than the sum of people's lives
breathing consequential airs
foolishly ignored
the foal of an east wind prances in
cold fists cuffing the sea
while fishers hug the shore
Weary farmers shake heads
forsake the plow
scratching crop from bitter earth
Each gust tinkers relentless
its fresh upstart impertinence
greater proportionally
than the sum of people's lives
breathing consequential airs
foolishly ignored
Published 9th Jan 2010
| Edited 2nd Feb 2023
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Anonymous
9th Jan 2010 10:16pm
When I first read this I had no idea how to define my feelings about it, and I still don't, so I'll just say that it's excellent; a fascinating amalgamation of images which collectively convey one strange and beautiful portrait.
9th Jan 2010 10:31pm
It's just meant as simple lines to remind the reader how small we are when faced with the power of nature and that the notion we are somehow superior is flawed as born out out by the puny nature of our efforts to survive. In a way I'm also saying that we tend to forget the elements are always hanging over us until they impact on our lives directly - as of now in the grip of the big freeze.
