the wind will not stop sighing.

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The wind will not stop sighing.

Its words are insistent and foreign, hour after hour... It runs through the fields and sprints through trees, caressing the night into day. It tries to summon or warn me... To tell me of something I cannot, on my own, perceive. The wind will not stop sighing as it slides across the cold waters, bending the brown grass marshes, imploring roving tails and thrushes of some emphatic, unrelenting news. The wind will not stop sighing. It will not close its appeals around me, nor gather its clothes and leave. Beneath the pall of such a dark fortune, I can't explain or understand that which lies beyond my grasp.

Author's Note

Thanks Susan, It looks better. :)

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Tim, I really enjoyed this piece! The way you describe the wind in many descriptive ways takes us through many different phases! Enjoyed!

[Relic]

Thank you, Kathy. :)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

My pleasure!

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love the many sounds of the wind. Wither it's a loud rushing sound or a whisper. It is always speaking.
I wrote a story once where the wind became a character in the story. I like what you done and the many places you let it lead us.

[Relic]

Thanks so much, Cherrie. :)

[keith]

this brought many thoughts of connections of wind ... the strongest being "the wind cries mary"
you have good relationship with your imagination that has given rise to this offering

[Relic]

I originally remembered the same Hendrix song. Thanks, Keith. :)

[keith]

my 1st concert experience was 'the jimi hendrix experience' that was an experience to say the least
thanks again

[keith]

the wind moves at will
becoming live from sun's rays
otherwise dead calm

[Relic]

I wish I had seen Jimi. I remember the day he died.
Great haiku, Keith. :)

[JE Falcon]

Is it me, or do I see other meanings within the wind's sighings? ---
"the wind will not stop sighing
as it slides across the cold waters
bending the brown grass marshes
imploring roving tails and thrushes
of some emphatic, unrelenting news" --- Lots of emotion here, great writing. Tim.

[Relic]

Thank you, JE. :)

[Ken Simm.]

The wind most definitely blows the meanings through this piece. One can feel the buffeting of thoughts. Excellent.

[Relic]

Thanks so much, Ken. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and often when the wind speaks to me, I ponder what it is saying...it seems to speak but at the same time keep its secrets.
j.

[Relic]

Thanks for your thoughts, J. :)

[KAREN]

This is some good writing! I love how the reader can visualize how hard the wind was actually blowing!
100/100

[Relic]

Thank you, Karen. I appreciate the comment. :)

[KAREN]

My pleasure!

[Chris Shaw]

I love the personification of the wind here Tim, an excellent spontaneous write. Well done. Yes, I listen too. You can not fail too, if you are a lover of nature. I prefer it when the sighs are replaced by a soft rustle. Have a good week-end.

I like your chosen artwork too :)

Chris

[Relic]

Thank you, Chris. :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Bravo! Encore! Let her sigh some more! This was just great. I thought this poem was going to blow me away. More like those sirens of Greek legend singing from some lonely island. It sighed right along and I almost had to sigh with it! Great job. F.

[Relic]

Thanks for the read an enthusiasm, Fabian. :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

My pleasure, entirely. F.

[John the Baptist]

Not bad at all for one shot. We must wonder if the wind is to be taken literally or whether it symbolizes something else. The speaker seems to be in the grip of some ongoing apprehension, a feeling that the wind is the harbinger of evil. We do not find out, must conclude the speaker might benefit from a stiff drink.

[Relic]

ha The wind here has been relentless lately. Every day and night. I might as well write about it. Thanks for reading, John. :)