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Wind Leads The Dance

James_A_Fraser
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since 2003-09-03

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Out Making Anticlines

0 posted 2005-04-12 05:55 PM

Wind Leads The Dance

The wind yells back at me
as if it had a grudge:
There is insult and comfort
in the unmitigated noise
though I had asked for none.
Terrified leaves scatter like bugs.
They dash for nonexistent edges
in a welter of dismay;
some know where to run.
An unsteady sunlight dares me
to walk, feel a cadence and dance.
I wobble and squint dust, pretend
a balance, lean into the throw of it,
learn trust in the wind’s holding,
to carry me even against itself.

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

1 posted 2005-04-12 06:26 PM

I think this morning I was caught in a similar wind tunnel. It's tough some days, just to find a reason to stand up and move forward.

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

2 posted 2005-04-12 08:05 PM

Jamie

I love to dance with the wind, but then you know that. It's got something to do with the way his fingers run through my hair.

suthern

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since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

3 posted 2005-04-13 10:04 AM

An unsteady sunlight dares me
to walk, feel a cadence and dance.
I wobble and squint dust, pretend
a balance, lean into the throw of it,
learn trust in the wind’s holding,
to carry me even against itself.

Your incredible images are matched only by the heart-touch of these last few lines... This is fantastic!

Local Parasite

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since 2001-11-05

Posts 2527
Transylconia, Winnipeg

4 posted 2005-04-15 02:34 AM

There's a lot of conflict in the imagery in this poem (I think that's a very good and intended thing, but I could be wrong). The only imagery is the dust, the wind, the leaves, and the sun (and maybe the bugs)---all things that harrass you physically, though you defy them. You attribute intention to them, which I like---I'm not sure I see why the leaves are "terrified," but the rest of the poem manages to be very successful.

I did enjoy reading this. Thanks for contributing to this quiet little forum.

Brian

"God becomes as we are that we may be as he is." ~William Blake

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