Open Poetry #6 |
Zephyr's Lament |
Wicked Witch of the East Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 69 |
Am I but a gust of wind, ...felt but soon forgotten? Or might I be a cooling breeze, ...small pleasure to be gotten? Perhaps chinook, from out the west, ...that melts the winter's snow? I know at times a cyclone be, ...a pain to those I know. Maybe thrust of norther's gale, ...biting winds tempetuous? Unforseen, harsh mocking squall, ...at once becoming blusterous, Sorocco carries desert's heat, ...Eluvium's perflation, Trade winds fill the schooner's sails, ...billowing sufflation, Perhaps I am just bag of air, ...hot vapors never caught, The one fact true, that when I'm gone, ...as winds will be forgot. [This message has been edited by Wicked Witch of the East (edited 04-07-2000).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I think you are a Santa Ana wind--warm and cleansing in the gloom of winter, bringing bright sky and mountain view and this lovely rush of feeling. Liked the poem, by the way. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
More like a breath of fresh air, and unforgettable, to my way of thinking. Glorious writing ~ Claire |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Forgotten? NEVER! You will always be remembered with a smile! Great poem! Denise |
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