wind song

( a fable retold under course ale breath)

 

when we heard the wind whining

under rock

over hills

and the sky began crying

something fierce

we could tell

 

on old hallow's eve?

NO!

NO!

the hollow breeze

its swimming over prairies being pushed by the trees

 

the baby ripples grown a wave......

stopping dead in its tracks trhe coyote prays

holding onto his pack with eyes all glazed

 

( a fable retold under course ale breath)

 

 

 

 

 

when we heard the wind whining

under rock

over hills

and the sky began crying

something fierce

we could tell

 

with old wizened knees?

UH!

Oh!

the shallow stream

its rushing through the quarry being pissed by the trees

dream

the baby ripples grown a wave....

 

standing all alone in this dell my eyes are pure

by the beauty of life and the wind's sweet tears

 

 

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

This was very good write. This piece had many twists and turns I thought. Sooo good.

[Seriana]

Periac! I swear...you prompt my thought to twist in directions they've never been. Thank you. :) I think you've inspired something in wind, for Islamadora. :)
I love this. Your pieces are so different than anything I know. I love them all.