Toward the WindA Poem by LindsayWithout
thought, we are great, With space, we
crumble. We think, we
plan, We agonize, we
tremble.
We find ways
to legitimize, A life left
wanting. Over a life lived
exposed, To the warm
breeze turned cold.
The clouds are
distant, But thundering,
ominous. Forces of wind
from beyond our control. May blow them
in any direction.
So better to
take cover before, The first
droplet hits the soft, warm earth. Likely, it
will perish under its weight, So flee.
But the clouds
look like smiles and endless confusion. They mix the
highs and lows, And pastels
and vibrant, violent shades. Until all are
feared.
All send the weak
packing bags, Filled with
possessions and trinkets. Rusted with
age, Tired and
useless and familiar.
One can
navigate them by heart, Always knowing
they're there. Forever.
Unless the
rain touches them. Dare one leave
them out? Away, left
forgotten?
The comfort
and weight and pressure and stillness. Fatigued and
alone and heavy and halting. Protective yet
hurtful, logical yet wrong.
Can they exist
on a continuum? One's prized
and revered?
Anger exudes
from their very fiber. Festering,
demanding energy. They cling,
but do throw them. The wind
carries them afloat.
And the faces
of clouds, Seem to laugh
at the irony. They wave as
they follow, The trinkets
away.
Toward a life
alone, Wanting, darker
and still. Composed and
well-tended, Organized and
content.
Littering the
closets, Hidden from
view.
But away from
here now. They leave a
space through which the wind blows, Hollering and
whispering at an in audible tone, But
deliciously loud.
Warm,
uninhibited. Unsolicited and
new. And
delightfully simple, It aims toward
the north.
And who knows
where it aims? Who knows
where it's from? But smile just
a little, And lift weighted
limbs.
Test the airs in
the space to one's sides, Feel the empty
stillness, And for once, feel
it's comfort.
Move without
judgment, Toward, not
away. Closer to wherever
one is, And is already
there.
Outstretched
and still. Moving in slow
motion. Red and
yellow, a smile, Laughing.
Toward the wind. © 2013 Lindsay |
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2 Reviews Added on April 28, 2013 Last Updated on April 28, 2013 Tags: poetry, poem, inspiration, symbolism AuthorLindsayLaurel springs, NJAboutI love music, traveling, reading, writing, psychology, dancing, and photos. more..Writing
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