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The Wind
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The Wind |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
The Wind It's almost Christmas I've completed my gift list now I sit back and watch the frost as it shines in the moonlight and Stan Getz is playing for me I'm feeling a little lost but warm for the melody and looking over postcards from some long past season sipping ancient brandy and remembering mother's lullabyes the streets are icy so is the wind that carved these lines in my face and blew my silver hair back walking down Memory Lane all the shops that I remember are decaying, boarded up the train station I remember filled with dust the footprints on the boards echoes of families together for the holidays I remember and I see a glimmer of her eyes young and clear unlike mine her sandy hair pinned up an angel in white soft and glowing amidst the soldiers' uniforms her eyes searching the crowd for me I call out to her my voice is only a hollow breeze cold and silent as old as the wind if only this wind could reach her if only this wind were warm young and warm like my time in the south Pacific writing letters to her sending valentines and birthday wishes Christmas cards wrapped in velveteen Now through the mist I see the days of youth spinning away from me the wind falling through the leaves to settle on my shoulders and now I'm older but no more wiser than that clear-faced soldier that was me waking up every night since then expecting to see her eyes in the dark Now it's coming on Christmas I'm sitting here beside the dying fire I can feel myself falling away to dream, to slumber and meet her at the old street corner I remember the record player is silent and the last song I hear is the winter wind caressing my window as the last breath tumbles out of my lungs sweet painted memory fading like the last leaf of autumn to mingle with the wind "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
My first read through was quick because I just kept wanting to read more and more. I was thoroughly captivated and caught up in your moods and memories. I then went back and read it out loud ~ actually it was in more of a whisper. This time I read it slowly and pictured every moment and felt every emotion that you so vividly described. A beautiful piece of writing from a beautiful you.  EA |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nicely told.... nicely told indeed... |
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devinechild22 Senior Member
since 2002-08-28
Posts 571 |
Lovely. *Allison* ~~~***~~~Come away with me, Wendy. Come away to Neverland~~~***~~~ |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Captivating read...very much enjoyed. Hugs~Nancy ~ Time has cast a spell on you, |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
nicely done indeed...Enjoyed this. The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good write...brought me there and yes, Christmas is almost here, and I have nothing done at all |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Oh Soul Drifter, so enjoyed your poem- The Wind. The wind carried your memories as a soldier and of life and love. You are definately a song writer. Do you have a cd one can buy. Ms. E |
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