Through the wind

an old work.

  Through the wind

through the wind that whispers through the gutter

through the wind that cut through the branches

there's a message

listen

Hope is heard in the still silence

Hope is seen in the bleakest tones

Form is found in the most incongruent lines

And hope is found in the heart of me,

cast your ears to the whispering breeze

Despite the terrors, inspire smiles

even though I haven't in a while

had the courage or will to smile.

Laughter is the key to the cellar

the children in the garden play, evermore

In Tohoku, the deserts of Yemen

each to their solace, their silent blessings

as the blizzard of the world

tears out their eyes

the wind, the wind

never subsides

nor will I yield without a fight

just strength enough left

for a final flight

goodbye!

through the wind, the wind

the treadmill spin

born again, alive again

through the wind. 

2014.

Author's Note

Found in an old notebook. I do not even remember writing this work. I have no answers as to what this is about but I liked it.

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

What I love about this piece is how you center our attention on a single element of the natural world, and in so doing remind us of the duality of the forces of nature and humanity. Wind can sweep us around or soothe our souls, and the winds of human nature can bring the same.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thank you Frank. i really didn't know what i was thinking writing this but reading your comment has given me a new perspective. i hope the winds turn favourably for you and me this year.

[Dylan Macadham]

Great Write, EM!
Wind brings sorrows and smiles. and chases them away.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thanks Dylan. yes, the wind, the wind - brings us sorrow, brings us relief.

[emmajoygreen]

We can walk into the wind and re-discover our strengths as we do with times, life.. A ruffian wind whispers 'meet my challenge' ; a budding friendly wind whispers, 'let me help you along the way . Perhaps

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i have a friend like that, although we live on different continents, he always welcomes me. walking against the wind alone gets hard after a while, and i've done it too long.

[Chris Shaw]

Of all the elements the wind is the one I fear most. The power of a raging wind can be terrifying, but the whisper of a spring breeze can be so calming. Such contrasts. And then when there is no movement at all, the stillness offers safety. Your poem gives me a variety of sounds and also differing speeds and stillness. It can be so destructive and yet also gentle. It can give and it can take. I travelled to many places in your lines Ern. Your poetry always opens up so many avenues for thought. Thank you for sharing and good to see you back.

Chris

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thank you Chris. i am glad you not only read this piece but read into it. when the wind blows, you are reminded you are there. walking along a path and a light breeze - suddenly i have skin, suddenly my thoughts press pause and i am alive in the moment.
ironically, or perhaps not, wind in many cultures represent change. maybe there is an important connection between the now and the next - if there is a difference to begin with.
thanks for your comment. and thank you for allowing me to write a little essay here :D

[Starr]

Hope is heard in the still silence
Hope is seen in the bleakest tones

I have never seen hope in action, This is wonderful, I enjoyed your words here.
such amazing imagery in your words. Awesome!

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thanks Starr. as they say, if you see light at the end of the tunnel, it's probably a train. hope is something more subtle and it can be elusive. but it's there.

[Sami Khalil]

Sheer beauty and power in this poem, even mystery.
As if you are trying to grab somethings before the wind takes them away; as if you are clutching on to fallen leaves in your life; as if you are chasing seasons in your mind.
HNY

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thanks Sami. yes, i think you're exactly right. i dont really know what i was thinking then nor now when i wrote this, but these words came up and i knew it had something to say. im very honoured you came to read it.

[Sami Khalil]

Woozy woo! You are welcome poet.

[Pryde Foltz]

The wind ... light sometimes and full gale force at other times ... does push us along, doesn't it. It carries our cries of agony and jubilation. Butterfly wings in the garden imprinted with sound. Loved this write:)

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thanks Pryde. it is a mysterious work, im not sure what i was thinking, maybe i didn't know what i was thinking as i wrote it. yet im glad i did. and im stoked you read it :D

[Pryde Foltz]

Some of the best expression comes that way:)

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

Life takes us in different directions but we mustn’t loose hope.
We must court and ride on the obstacles and make the most of them.
Nobody said it would be easy
It’s a fascinating slice of history that makes one queasy and uneasy
Yet, pressing on is what we must do …to keep evolving.
This is a metaphoric masterpiece Ern.
Simple but powerful
I thoroughly enjoyed it.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thank you so much. i do like this work and i really like your interpretation. the wind. it can be so many things. but if we ride it we will soar to the heavens.

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

The wind is a force, we can control it but when use as fuel.

[Relic]

This seems like a poem of constancy in all things. Interesting poem, Ern.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thanks Relic. something is alive in the air... a spirit.
have a merry christmas! see you again.

[G]

Brick said, "Sheer, raw power"..That's exactly what I felt, Ern!
I love the picture is gives of the deserts, the wind never subsides.
Yes, A Mystique! You were going through a difficult time, "Hope is found in the heart of me".
This is epic!
"Laughter is the key to the cellar" Wow! Dude!

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thanks Eternity. im trying to remember that time in my life, it's hazy, but i distinctly remember going through a lot of emotional stuff. glad you found it interesting. thank you so much for taking the time to read it. and wish you a merry christmas!

[G]

And you as well, Ern.