Wind
That it shudders through
and presages an untimely end,
that it transforms the night’s
body and leaves us
breathless and wanting,
petals strewn about,
messenger and message in one,
corporeal hosts entwined,
that it moves, that it blends,
that it withdraws and returns without
remorse, without forethought, that it
increases, expands, subtracts,
renders, imposes and releases
in one quick breath, saying
I cannot feel but I touch,
I cannot feel
“Wind” first appeared in Blue Hour Magazine and is included in my chapbook, If Your Matter Could Reform.
Very nice.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Much appreciated, Greg. Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That he writes and reveals
beauty in word
that it transforms my soul and
and leaves us grateful : 喜び
🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
Ha. Thank you, Daniel. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are the real deal in poesy. Case closed! 終わり!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lots of movement and energy in this poem, like the ebb and flow of the ocean, the wind advances then retreats…love these words about the wind’s mystery!
LikeLiked by 3 people
The wind weaves through a lot of my poetry. Sometimes I remove it, sometimes it takes over, as it did in this one.
LikeLiked by 4 people
Just lovely…
LikeLiked by 3 people
Beautiful – those last two lines are incredible. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
The sadness of wind…
LikeLiked by 3 people
True, but I think it has other emotions as well – I’m sure you agree!
LikeLiked by 1 person
The wind and I have an unsteady relationship. We’re often not on good terms…
LikeLiked by 1 person
The wind has been known to be biting and cruel, the lover of wind is an innocent fool. The wind can often be subtle and sweet, who would ride with the wind must be light on his feet.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love the notion of having a relationship with the wind.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Nadia!
LikeLike
A beautiful poem ♡
LikeLiked by 1 person
So pleased you find it so. Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Incredible work, Robert–very fine!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I appreciate your kind words, Jeff. Thank you!
LikeLike
I love how you worked in the concept of significant activity without thought or feeling. Excellent.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Well, I occasionally think the wind is out to get me…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Me, too. Especially after certain meals. *Wink*
LikeLiked by 1 person
…but you got it 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
But it keeps coming back!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great stuff!
LikeLike
Thanks so much!
LikeLiked by 1 person
superbz!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very nice read! Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad you liked it. Thank you.
LikeLike
Beautiful
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks very much.
LikeLike
Takes my breath away—the build up to the last two lines. Masterful!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Jilanne.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for reading from my blog. I am drawn to the notion of wind that bends. It does, and that’s a creative way to describe the movement. And the emphases at the end about the wind: it touches but does not feel.
This is an impressive, poetic study. Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for dropping by, and for your kind words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It has been particularly windy where I live the last few days. This is pretty apt. And aptly pretty.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ha!
LikeLike
Your words remind me of spring . . . redbuds, dogwoods, a spring wind. I’m waiting patiently (sometimes) for March!
LikeLiked by 1 person
March is usually windy here.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your “Wind”, tugging at my heart strings…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Don’t let the wind win!
LikeLike
Lovely — and the images do the lines perfect justice.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, C.M. The photos are from morguefile.com. I enjoy matching images to words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Me, too. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is fantastic. If this is a prelude to what I am yet to read from following you then I am very excited. Thank you for liking my post “Time…” to allow me to find your page.
You can find me on social media, kjwmc7 for both Twitter and Instagram.
Thank you again for liking my post & I hope you like many more and even follow if you enjoyed.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks very much. I hope you’ll find other pieces here to your liking. I’m certain to return to your blog.
LikeLiked by 1 person
lovely, evocative
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Ray.
LikeLike
Thank you for the like… Really enjoyed reading through some of your posts… Look forward to more.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m so pleased you stopped by, Jason. Thank you.
LikeLike
This made me think of that story by Ray Bradbury “The Wind”. I got a sense of foreboding from this poem, which as a ghost story fancier I enjoyed. Your diversity is amazing.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Angela. I think I know that story, but never made the connection. Hmm.
LikeLike
Hello,
Thank you for enjoying my I’m Afraid My Book Won’t Sell blog. We all have doubts about our work especially as writers. But we’ll never get anything published if we don’t start writing. Some of us are so painfully shy that they have to force themselves out. There are more people with all kinds of problems in this country in particular. Nevertheless, I’d like to know how the tree from you Wind blog was carved. Thank you again.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Fear of failure is a particularly nasty enemy. I haven’t a clue how that tree got its shape. But it certainly caught my eye.
LikeLike
Thank you, Robert.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, it sure caught mine. But do you have any books written?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, thanks for asking. I’ve a chapbook, a micro-chapbook and a chapbook-length work, as well as a few appearances in anthologies. You can find links to these on my publications page. I also have a full-length work circulating now, but it could (and likely will) take years before a publisher accepts it.
LikeLike
Lovely
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks very much.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice poem, Robert. I’m drawn to your photos: the beautiful trees, and the kbotted tree. I think I recall reading a poem or story about a knotted tree in my youth. I guess it’s a memory lodged in my forgetfulness…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Randy. I wish I could claim the photos – they’re both from morguefile.com.
LikeLike
Morguefile.com? That’s an unusual name for a site offering beautiful stock photos of life! I enjoy them, nonetheless! Thanks for your work with words (and in pictures)!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I believe its origin is an old newspaper term.
LikeLike
Ah, Journalism. “Alive” and well!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah, wind.
“messenger and message in one,
corporeal hosts entwined”
Lovely. Simply lovely. I myself have a tumultuous relationship with both wind and water. Possibly because I am a Fire Horse. Who knows?
I agree with those above. The photos are indeed a perfect touch. I admire your style. This is a beautifully crafted work of art. peace
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you very much. The wind occasionally drives me mad, but I recover quickly.
LikeLike