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Wind
there was a tribal call to the wind
whistling and moaning
through every opening
trees caught up in the frenzy
tiny fingered branches
creating their own songs
creaking and clackering
percussion
they were in a mesmerizing
oscillation with the wind
swirling and bending
to her every command
some were snapped
in her moments of gustful force
she meant no harm
you could see her settling down
to an almost calm
her sorcery too strong
to stop the trees from swaying
in her uncontrollable
desire for dance
whistling and moaning
through every opening
trees caught up in the frenzy
tiny fingered branches
creating their own songs
creaking and clackering
percussion
they were in a mesmerizing
oscillation with the wind
swirling and bending
to her every command
some were snapped
in her moments of gustful force
she meant no harm
you could see her settling down
to an almost calm
her sorcery too strong
to stop the trees from swaying
in her uncontrollable
desire for dance
Published 2nd Feb 2021
| Edited 7th Apr 2023
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3rd Feb 2021 3:44am
Dear J,
A particularly appropriate poem for me today between the snow and gusts of wind that nearly blew my head off! I so enjoyed reading your wonderful write because the images you describe are much prettier and so much warmer from the page and from inside the house looking out. Lovely write with a stellar closing stanza.
H🌷
A particularly appropriate poem for me today between the snow and gusts of wind that nearly blew my head off! I so enjoyed reading your wonderful write because the images you describe are much prettier and so much warmer from the page and from inside the house looking out. Lovely write with a stellar closing stanza.
H🌷
3rd Feb 2021 8:41pm
Bravissima, Jemac❣❣ I love pondering the wind. It's touch, when not hurricane force. Is a comfort and peaceful thing to me. You have epitomized so well the beautiful qualities of this element. This is one of the best wind poems I've ever read. I wad especially touched by this stanza emphasizing the musicality if the wind in tbe trees,
"trees caught up in the frenzy
tiny fingered branches
creating their own songs
creaking and clackering
percussion"
"trees caught up in the frenzy
tiny fingered branches
creating their own songs
creaking and clackering
percussion"
4th Feb 2021 2:36am
We just had a wind storm here not long ago, and this brought that visual right back.
You did a really good job with the imagery, JeJe.
You did a really good job with the imagery, JeJe.
4th Feb 2021 7:26pm
Nature is a language .. in its revelations & sync- with within.yes raw & unstoppable .. & the truth. beautiful jeje.
6th Feb 2021 4:03am
6th Feb 2021 7:36pm
This was the only piece In read today that gave me a feeling of oneness with nature, with the inner presence painted onto the milieu in a subtle emotional rendering. It's pure poetry. Beautiful work Jeje. 💖🎶🙏
