The wind...my friend

Windy days

 

 

 

 

The wind…my friend

By jack

 

The wind, my friend

It does not dream

But floats along

On silent stream

It does not breathe

Nor cast a will

Yet carries winter’s

Mighty chill

 

The wind, my friend

Of scent encased

In autumn leaves

O’er fields are chased

Neath clouded sky

Of sapphire blue

To touch the very

Heart of you

 

The wind, my friend

It does not speak

Yet howls at night

In constant speed

So blustery

Or calm as spring

Aromas fill

On fluttered wing

 

The wind, my friend

In search of none

Yet who it finds

May be the one

Of dust dispersed

And whistles blend

To flow with us

Now once again

 

The wind…my friend

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[SarahV]

This is a lovely poem, personally the wind annoys me but reading this I felt a heart warming feeling for wind as it was beautifully described. The structure of the poem flows well not using punctuation works well here as it reinforces the fluent movements of the wind. Keep up the good work! :)

[Jack...]

Thank you

[Kenilo Kent]

Dear Jack I must confess we owe our allgiance to the wind. A common playground for us. Lets not forget to pay our tribute to The Master P.B.Shelley by remembering his immortal art Ode to the West Wind. I am half in love, and almost drowing in, with your poetries.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much, it is very windy here this morning, I was standing outside in it and decided to come in and write this poem. Thank you so much again.

[Kenilo Kent]

"The wind unseen to my eyes filled the mind with pictures!" An extract from one of my poetries "To Life". I then dedicate this line to you!

[Jack...]

Thank you

[Kho-San]

Wow, I love this, the way it's structured, the flow of the poem, absolutely lovely. I have to admit that I love rhymes in poems, but not ones which are forced, and this is a fine example of a poem where the rhymes flow so naturally, where every verse adds, every syllable stays to the beat. It's one of those poems which perhaps might not make you feel anything personally, but certainly allows you to glimpse the majesty of the subject and the majesty of the writing (and actually leaves you slightly awed)
Great poem!

[Jack...]

Wow, thank you so very much for your kind words this morning. They are a breath of fresh air upon my day.