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 first chapbook, If Your Matter Could Reform.
O at the Edges 
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Thanks for reblogging!
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Tks 4 u
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Stoic, yet wistful.
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But not untouchable!
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Your words have given shape to the wind — beautiful!
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Thank you, Carrie. The wind seems to shape itself, and the words follow.
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your poetical description of wind is excellent and the choice of words is good.
would be glad if you leave comments for my poem THE RAINS .
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Thanks very much.
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welcome
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That it would forfeit in a single exhalation the entirety of its might to expel its one, defining lack… Yes, that is the awesome and tragic song we hear in the rafters, and hope to live another day to remember, and embody with our own voice (that is, if we know “resonance” when it touches us…😉).
Beautimous!
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It certainly resonates in my house! 😉
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I click like, but feel so much more 🙂
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Thank you so much, Diana.
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Curtsy 🙂
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Nice one. The tree look amazing
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Thank you. It is an interesting tree. I found the photo on morguefile.com.
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Okay
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A great poem, touching my very soul, right now, blowing a bloody gale down here !!
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Thanks, Ivor. Keep your umbrella closed…
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Delicious!
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Thank you.
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very powerful ending – (cannot feel) and the photo with the blooms around matches the words sound for sound..
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Thank you, Yvette. I do enjoy matching photos to poems.
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and you do it so well
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Transporting words painting a flowing yet rhythmic image of the wind. “I cannot feel, I touch” What a beautiful note to end on. It rings so true. You captured the element beautifully.
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Thank you. The wind is a constant companion.
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My pleasure 🙂
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We can feel it
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Somehow that doesn’t seem fair. 😀
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🙂
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