Sky And Wind

Sky And Wind

A Poem by John Stussy
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Reflection on what was felt this morning.

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The sky, so purely blue

With the gentle wisps of clouds

Is what I need this morn.

In it I can hide my darkness.

I’m able to hide in the emptiness,

The lack of any scar

On such a magnificent face.

Too high for the world,

For my past to touch me.

Too close to God

To let my demons come.

I’ll lose myself in the sky.

                     

The wind cleans my soul

As it whips around my body

And scours the grime in my mind.

It blindly sterilizes my body.

Cool and clean I’m made bare,

Judged before the elements.

Am I found lacking a human soul?

The words scream in my mind.

Howling wind shakes me free

Of all that clings to me

I stand as me, pure and free.

Through the gusts I’m reborn.

© 2008 John Stussy


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Ahhh, now this is refreshing!
How many times have I found myself standing out in the wind and opening my hands to feel the heat of my anger and dissapointments fly from them into the heedless wind. This poem struck a chord with me, how one mortal can stand and bask in something Greater than themself and find a rejuvination and healing of sorts in the mere prescence and experience. This sounds like a piece that neede to come, for some odd reason, and I'm glad you put it to paper my friend.
Lovely work as always!~P

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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What a great connection between nature and human emotions... for both are the same, ever changing and unpreditable.

Posted 16 Years Ago


yes its wonderful to blend with nature its so clean and great you can hide in its greatness,the sky so wonderful not a scar on face so you can really hide ,and there comes the wind sweeps by you ,like cleans all the soul and body and grime in mind it sterilize you,who wonderful ,how thoughtful ,how serene you tell it i was captured by your words ,you are a dreamer too my friend ,we need lots of dreamers in this world ,because the realist made a mess may be dreaming a lot ,so one day our dreams come true and the world is clean and beautiful again...like you as you stand there and feel clean and pure like being reborn again ,i just loved your work my friend and i tell you please keep dreaming,i am sure it will get us somewhere ,somewhere good,for i know ,i know

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ahhh, now this is refreshing!
How many times have I found myself standing out in the wind and opening my hands to feel the heat of my anger and dissapointments fly from them into the heedless wind. This poem struck a chord with me, how one mortal can stand and bask in something Greater than themself and find a rejuvination and healing of sorts in the mere prescence and experience. This sounds like a piece that neede to come, for some odd reason, and I'm glad you put it to paper my friend.
Lovely work as always!~P

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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