I am endlessly fascinated by wind- not least of all by it's invisibility; we recognize it only by its other effects on our surroundings.
Where does the wind go
Where does the wind go on cold, cold nights-
Out of the sight of the bright sunlight,
Under the gaze of the glowing moon,
When all the world is tired and sleeping;
Moaning and carrying on something fierce-
Could it be that the wind is weeping?
Where does the wind hide it's broken heart,
Out on the lake, around the boat-
And even when no one’s there to hear,
Does the wind ever look for an alibi-
When it's so quiet, you can hear your breath,
But the wind only heaves one threadbare sigh?
Where is the place wind could stay it's breeze;
So fidgety, flighty and full of glee-
Holding it's breath till the doors fell in;
The windows all cracking their window jams,
Saving it all for a winter's storm-
When the trees bend as low as they can.
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What a beautiful, beautiful song, Keith. Thanks for pointing me to that video.
Great, lovely poem, refreshing !! I don't know, who knows? Sometimes it feels like a messenger, it might sound crazy but I wonder if it might carry the soul's whispers or tears to or from those we feel or weep for. It might travel to other time and space , to the eden or the darkest place? Haunting question!!
"Soul of the air"..reminds me of the last stanza of this song,especially... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvDr3oN0zrs&safety_mode=true&persist_safety_mode=1
We are able to see the light, water, fire and the earth- all visible energies- air, the next and the most important, remains strangely invisible...a nice imaginative creative poetic take on the invisibilty of Wind...your lines go out searching your Dear Wind very nicely
What a great question - where does the wind go?? Something I would never have asked and it made me think - great poem thank you so much for sharing..... Pat
always the food for the soul and mind your poems are...wind has always been a mystery to me. thanks for sharing your poetic thoughts, Patti :)
Lovely poetry.. soothing and inspiring sentiments!
very nice and inspiring..... lovely description of wind.
The mysteries of the wind are not known, probably never will be. I love the thoughts of the wind. nice work.
winds whisper and they do hide their in your mind great write
Good inspiriting write! Love it when he is calm, but not the damage he can cause at times.
The concept of wind being susceptible to the vagaries in human life is quite inspired Patti - - I just love the thought of the wind hiding its broken heart. An impressive verse which makes an exciting read.
nice write and an interesting subject rarely written about, well done
there is a sprite always blowing from the core of the wind
Ah... But the secret of the wind's mystique is its inscrutability. We may spend a lifetime seeking but the wind will never tell : )
At many special moments in life you'll notice a breeze kick up where there was none. You may find it happens more than coincidence would explain.
Amazing piece of work but I don't know the answer
I've always considered the wind the breath of God and "breaking wind" the breath of the Devil. Nicely done!