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

[Soren]

I found that this poem opened many doors as the wind pushed them out of latch, it poured through cracks in the windows and walls and chilled me with memories of past winters, springs and summers. The wind is the breath of life without which we can not live, it is the vehicle to voice without which we can not speak and with out words we can not write. The wind a muse to poetry itself. I love the line "hope is heard in the still silence" it seems a Taoist statement of paradox. In fact that whole stanza seems Taoist. "laughter is the key to the celler" deep meaning in this line. Words of encouragement and perseveremce there is a sense of rebirth here