Open Poetry #49 |
The Wind and I |
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Nope, I wasn't tripping on acid, those days have been over for a long time. . . I was just . . . something! I am in a forest dense bright sunlight shines through the trees I'm freezing I am on my own stiff breeze bends tree saplings in a mea culpa to the elements, knowing although they are a part of the whole the wind is more potent I, as I stand shivering and watching understand the rudiments of survival and bend with the saplings with the wind a majestic knowledge surges in my bones something the trees have known| since time the wind is an untamed undomesticated part of the whole where soft breezes can stir hearts toward love it can turn change direction become ruthless, cruel and murderous suddenly I began to run spiny barbs close in on me from thorn bushes the sky turns sinister black I hear laughter inside my head though I have never heard it before I feel it is death clawing probing stealing into my soul as I run willy-nilly with no sense of direction except merely to run away from my nightmare the trees become standing cadavers their many branches are now arms seeking to grab me slapping me as I rush by a sleeting rain begins peppering my eyes with frigid onslaught I close them run running toward the poltergeist of my memory guilt piercing my heart I cannot breathe I'm lured into giving into the guilt of going back to sad places of yesteryear to bow down acquiescing to the will of the mental storm never! I stop running a smile creases my face I will not go back to relive the unpleasantness of my life no no mas, no mas the wind stops the sun comes back out warming me the trees like tall companions are friends again all because my life is important my crimes I have forgiven my life is my own ©January 14, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (02-29-2016 10:53 PM).] |
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DaysofView Member
since 2014-04-01
Posts 433Just A Slice Of The Pie |
What a beautiful poem Jerrypat! With all the troubles and strife its just beautiful and made me wonder and calm too. I liked what you said about the trees becoming "standing cadavers". WoW! Your're the greatest! If I were more than I am, I'd see things differently instead of the same all the time. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Awww . . . "You're the greatest!" Not me. Thank you for saying such nice things about my poem. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Applause! A turning of a page in the book of one who thinks deeply enough about life to write of how hard it scares you sometimes--yet you get up off the canvas, when it knocks you down, to fight another round.. "the trees like tall companions are friends again all because my life is important my crimes I have forgiven my life is my own." Yup, your life is your own. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks, Ice, we just keep turning life over, looks like we'd find a place to stop. By "we," I am of course referring to me. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
Hi, it feels good to be back here again. Have been having the blues, my head buried in sand. But your poem is lifting up my spirits, seeing how after the storms of life, you still have the will to get up and go on. Thanks for the heartening message |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
So sorry to hear about your blues, jjote. Yes, there is always something better around the cur of life's road. Thank you for the nice words about my poem. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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