Wind Poems
#wind
Wind poems, about the natural circulation of air across land and sea. Poems about wind includes everything from poetry about a gentle breeze or gust of air, to poems about violent storms and gales causing havoc and destruction.
aeolian wind—a poet’s reflection
True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind
raises it higher.—Jean Antoine Petit-Senn
there must be something to be said for the wind
breathing e’er so gently on my face,
then swiftly is gone, while my feet here are pinned,
my arms open wide for her embrace.
is it not a song that i hear on the wind?
well its lyric lines assume their place,
that they may amend human frailties of mind—
melodies nuanced with so much grace!
when cavernous rocks catch the swell of the wind,
there is an orchestra in the race ...
raises it higher.—Jean Antoine Petit-Senn
there must be something to be said for the wind
breathing e’er so gently on my face,
then swiftly is gone, while my feet here are pinned,
my arms open wide for her embrace.
is it not a song that i hear on the wind?
well its lyric lines assume their place,
that they may amend human frailties of mind—
melodies nuanced with so much grace!
when cavernous rocks catch the swell of the wind,
there is an orchestra in the race ...
#dreams
#wind
#silence
#nature
#meditation
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The Sound of the Wind
Your shadow
(immune to wind)
pass by me
and remains unharmed
in slow step.
Your quiet shadow
(no colors)
revolves
on the stones
of this floor!
Your shadow
(deep gray)
is the flag
from an unknown country
fluttering in the wind!
I scream
(mouth wide open)
at the top of the ravine
your most intimate name
and the wind
does not recognize
the sound of my voice.
I run
(with eyes closed)
the labyrinth
of your overwrought thoughts
by objects of...
(immune to wind)
pass by me
and remains unharmed
in slow step.
Your quiet shadow
(no colors)
revolves
on the stones
of this floor!
Your shadow
(deep gray)
is the flag
from an unknown country
fluttering in the wind!
I scream
(mouth wide open)
at the top of the ravine
your most intimate name
and the wind
does not recognize
the sound of my voice.
I run
(with eyes closed)
the labyrinth
of your overwrought thoughts
by objects of...
#rain
#wind
#spiritual
#travel
#pagan
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Sibilate
Trees possess longings too.
For the ecstatic torment of a voracious
spring breeze.
For the whoosh and wobbling murmurings
of sun bright leaves.
Spring whispers her secrets to summer,
all her sultry needs.
For the ecstatic torment of a voracious
spring breeze.
For the whoosh and wobbling murmurings
of sun bright leaves.
Spring whispers her secrets to summer,
all her sultry needs.
#trees
#wind
#nature
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like a child (again)
how this day
can make me feel
like a child
again,
the sun
warm
on me,
the softness
of the grass
under bare feet,
the shy breeze
chasing me,
the colorful
sweet blooms
tickling my senses,
and
all of this
under
heaven's watch.
can make me feel
like a child
again,
the sun
warm
on me,
the softness
of the grass
under bare feet,
the shy breeze
chasing me,
the colorful
sweet blooms
tickling my senses,
and
all of this
under
heaven's watch.
#flowers
#sun
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
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first radiation
The light of dawn came
Life with the soft, glowing colors of a new day
The rising sun each day bathes the shoreline with ethereal light
The darkness recedes like shades of yellow
And an orange bolt across the sky heralds the coming of the sun as it twinkles
At the edge of the world still wearing a black velvet night blanket
Sun-kissed weathered rocks with the murmur of an ebb tide
Misty water weaves its way through the cracks in ethereal ribbons that flow effortlessly
In a slow, hypnotic ballet where every new day is born
It's a front row...
Life with the soft, glowing colors of a new day
The rising sun each day bathes the shoreline with ethereal light
The darkness recedes like shades of yellow
And an orange bolt across the sky heralds the coming of the sun as it twinkles
At the edge of the world still wearing a black velvet night blanket
Sun-kissed weathered rocks with the murmur of an ebb tide
Misty water weaves its way through the cracks in ethereal ribbons that flow effortlessly
In a slow, hypnotic ballet where every new day is born
It's a front row...
#sea
#beach
#morning #wind
#morning #wind
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A Flatulating Tale of Research
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A Flatulating Tale of Research
Why when I go looking for information
about eggplants, specifically speaking,
Fairytale Eggplants
found very little data
having nothing to do with cooking!!
I now know how to
Grill, Wok, Sauté, Roast, Bake, Deep Fry
the bulbous purplish vegetable
that is really a berry
Waaaaaay more info than I
wanted, bargained for
I did, however, come across a folktale
relating to breaking wind
something about a Golden Eggplant
and while trying to find ...
A Flatulating Tale of Research
Why when I go looking for information
about eggplants, specifically speaking,
Fairytale Eggplants
found very little data
having nothing to do with cooking!!
I now know how to
Grill, Wok, Sauté, Roast, Bake, Deep Fry
the bulbous purplish vegetable
that is really a berry
Waaaaaay more info than I
wanted, bargained for
I did, however, come across a folktale
relating to breaking wind
something about a Golden Eggplant
and while trying to find ...
#wind
#food
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Planting Day
plan for today:
plant corn beans squash
eggplant tomatoes cucumbers
what i actually did:
repaired the gate
javalina broke into the garden
(they left hoof prints as evidence)
replanted onions
they dug up but didn’t eat
replaced soil
they kicked out of the raised beds
re-staked uprooted
peach sapling
picked up pieces of
broken flowerpot
same culprits?
-could have been a jackrabbit
(no hoof prints on the patio)
picked up wicker chairs ...
plant corn beans squash
eggplant tomatoes cucumbers
what i actually did:
repaired the gate
javalina broke into the garden
(they left hoof prints as evidence)
replanted onions
they dug up but didn’t eat
replaced soil
they kicked out of the raised beds
re-staked uprooted
peach sapling
picked up pieces of
broken flowerpot
same culprits?
-could have been a jackrabbit
(no hoof prints on the patio)
picked up wicker chairs ...
#LifeStruggles
#animals
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
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A Reiteration of the Forgotten
The old grandfather clock strikes its last chime
A gust of wind follows the curve of the hill down to the mooring dock
Ruffles the feathers of the silver swan sleeping in the reeds
Sit, legs crossed, on the entryway rug
Waiting silently for the door to open, to bang against the broken stopper
A deep gash in the scuffed wooden floors distorts the moonlight seeping down from the clouds
The wind in the aspens howls and groans
It creaks the window panes and strips the paint from the outdoor porch swing
Heaven forbid this is the last time ...
A gust of wind follows the curve of the hill down to the mooring dock
Ruffles the feathers of the silver swan sleeping in the reeds
Sit, legs crossed, on the entryway rug
Waiting silently for the door to open, to bang against the broken stopper
A deep gash in the scuffed wooden floors distorts the moonlight seeping down from the clouds
The wind in the aspens howls and groans
It creaks the window panes and strips the paint from the outdoor porch swing
Heaven forbid this is the last time ...
#grief
#loneliness
#night
#wind
#emptiness
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It's All Relative
It's early April and
a young woman just walked past my garden gate
wearing a pair of jeans with a bikini top.
As a pedant with a weather station,
I checked the outdoor temperature:
at 14 degrees C,
it objectively isn't bikini weather
but this got me thinking
about how many of our perceptions of the world
are Relative.
Like, maybe she feels it is hot
compared to the still-chilly nights
and the snow day we had last month.
Like, how lukewarm water feels hot
upon frozen fingers.
Like, how the days feel so long now ...
a young woman just walked past my garden gate
wearing a pair of jeans with a bikini top.
As a pedant with a weather station,
I checked the outdoor temperature:
at 14 degrees C,
it objectively isn't bikini weather
but this got me thinking
about how many of our perceptions of the world
are Relative.
Like, maybe she feels it is hot
compared to the still-chilly nights
and the snow day we had last month.
Like, how lukewarm water feels hot
upon frozen fingers.
Like, how the days feel so long now ...
#wind
#nature
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2023
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2023
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1 Comment
Psithurism
whispering breezes move through the trees
softly singing in rustling leaves
on tip of tongue sounding like words
like the flapping of wings in a flock of birds
hush, whoosh, whistle and blow
sussurating as they go
murmuring something on the way
they keep moving, they can't stay...
molecules coalescing as one
like birds in the sky having some fun
weaving and diving past everything
invisible yet they seem to sing
a song that everybody knows
whispering something as the air blows
into the forest and through...
softly singing in rustling leaves
on tip of tongue sounding like words
like the flapping of wings in a flock of birds
hush, whoosh, whistle and blow
sussurating as they go
murmuring something on the way
they keep moving, they can't stay...
molecules coalescing as one
like birds in the sky having some fun
weaving and diving past everything
invisible yet they seem to sing
a song that everybody knows
whispering something as the air blows
into the forest and through...
#wind
#nature
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Sabbatical Of The Soul
welcome to
the land birthed
in poetry
where
nature harmonizes
with the human
serenading
the senses
as soft winds
whisper remembrance
of naive youthful
simplicity
spontaneous in
experience
gifting
elemental silence
as the
only audience
to roaming thoughts
decompressing
the mind
oxygenating the soul
reviving the
spirited traveler
within
in a space
secreted from society ...
the land birthed
in poetry
where
nature harmonizes
with the human
serenading
the senses
as soft winds
whisper remembrance
of naive youthful
simplicity
spontaneous in
experience
gifting
elemental silence
as the
only audience
to roaming thoughts
decompressing
the mind
oxygenating the soul
reviving the
spirited traveler
within
in a space
secreted from society ...
#earth
#trees
#water
#wind
#nature
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Paint me
Take me to the fair ground and love me there
Spin me until there is no air and only magnetic freedom everywhere
Paint flowers on my face , dance with me in the rain
Run barefoot on the road with me , fly away with me
Love me at the fair ground , make candy floss our tea
Hide me in your den and let me count to ten
Let me whisper dreams at the stars and forever hold my breathe
Let me be here with you
Hiding in the wind
Spin me until there is no air and only magnetic freedom everywhere
Paint flowers on my face , dance with me in the rain
Run barefoot on the road with me , fly away with me
Love me at the fair ground , make candy floss our tea
Hide me in your den and let me count to ten
Let me whisper dreams at the stars and forever hold my breathe
Let me be here with you
Hiding in the wind
#wind
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