Open Poetry #47 |
Raging Winds(one windy day) |
ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
The wind slips through holes and cracks around the house. Making the screen door sound like a harmonica. Wild winds making the grass sway like the ocean waves, as leaves are caught between them. Windy race of leaves competing with cumulus clouds in hope of reaching their true destination. Yet are only destine to be lead by the greedy winds game. Even the trees are bent to it's howling and whistles. The only thing the wind can't control is the sun and moon, for they set their own path. Since it can't move them, the wind will succumb all that lay beneath them, blowing everything that has no force of it's own. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Quite a compilation of what and what isn't, the wind, Ken. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways ~*~ |
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