The Wind: - Ravin ink prompt response - carl - Missouri

in answer to a Ravin ink prompt

Many named Anemoi of old

your esteem and guilt well known

with such varied tales to be told 

yet from whence and where you go

remains a riddle to unfold. 

But as you move with twist and spin

running on then becalmed again

your adventures never grow old.

There is a wind that move the soul

as a torrent fierce or breeze slow

stirring the memory with question

whence it came and where it goes.

Aeolus father of the winds 

meant for a blessing he did give

a bagged wind to Odysseus

but by misuse became a curse.

Not unlike the fire tongued flames       

that bound in unity hearts of old

to speak wisdom in secret words

with tongues previously unknown.

With the moon and stars aligned  

you unleashed on the Spanish ships

within that narrow watered space

a force claimed by all as divine.

You hide in cloaks of elvenkind

masking your often deeds of rage 

and settle in some woodland glade

to breathe within the flower’s scent

then drift across wide expanses

you come to rest and reminisce 

within the clam Sargasso Sea

where stalwart sailors fear to be.       

Not just these narratives of old 

still today you have not relent

affirming joys and sorrows sent

as monuments of remembrance

your tongues do continually flow

carrying kites aloft with tails 

upholding the crowned osprey wings

dancing the leaves across the lawn

crashing the sea upon the shore 

carrying towns away with floods

driving mad flames across our homes

these are some of evidence left

lest we should neglect your presence.

Reviews

[Vol]

Carl,
I could go on for days about this incredible poem... I've read it three times so far...
Damn, that's good!
Vol

[carl]

thank you for taking the time to read ( and reread...) and the kind encouragement, very much appreciated - carl

[carl]

wanted to slip in they call you Mariah but you only whisper Louise - but seemed like that was pushing it a little too far into cliche and betrayed a lack of original thought. lol

[Vol]

Reminds me of writing on the college bathroom wall I visited while I was a junior in high school... It said "John has homosexual tendencies." I thought "Dang, so that's how it is, I hope I'm ready..."

[Lorry]

This has afeel of a beginners guide to wind, from the gods to the California wildfires still burning as we speak/type.
As we in Britain ready ourselves for storm eowyn and its 100mph winds, I do hope that it isn't followed by biblical floods, because I was planning a quiet weekend! 😃
This has a great flow and feel to it Carl, like it is floating on the breeze itself.

[carl]

thank you for the review and the encouraging words - carl

[Betty Hermelee]

Excellent Writing Carl; you speak of the old and the new, the Greek Gods ,etc And in my opinion the wind becomes almost human in your very descriptive words; "rage", "wide expanses" "monuments of remembrance" ...for those lost from a storm at sea; you speak of the wind in so many ways...kites, and leaves "that dance across the lawn"....fires driven by winds that we have seen very recently... the winds are indeed in control....we cannot ignore or neglect the winds for they are part of mother nature, whose anger sometimes gets ahead of her....
Warmly, B

[carl]

I do think there is something anthropomorphic about nature and the elements thereof - I think the ancient writers saw nature in a way that we have lost with our "scientific" views. For them nature was alive and the only other thing that they knew to be alive was themselves so ... they thought and wrote about nature as a being in and of itself. At least that's what I think, I think. thanks for the read and review -carl

[Betty Hermelee]

Most welcome Carl🌷
Warmly, B

[LisaCarol]

Carl - I’m so thankful I’ve stumbled upon your writing. This one is so intelligent and profound, capturing wind in many forms ‘affirming joys and sorrows sent as monuments of remembrance’. Thank you for sharing your writing.

[carl]

your very welcome and thank you for your kind remarks - carl