Ahhh, an elemental brought back into the fold, well done, Wind Poet. Your words have an effect on the reader,( as if I was perched behind a rock watching the whole blessed scene) but it seems, even as you are finding your new being at the merciful fingers of the wind, that the eyes of measure are turned upon the reader and that they are being weighed as they read this poem. I tell you, it was eerie, I almost had to run outside and run around on the gass to savor being an Earth element ;) again, you write with such intent and pathos, masterful work!~P
Ahhh, an elemental brought back into the fold, well done, Wind Poet. Your words have an effect on the reader,( as if I was perched behind a rock watching the whole blessed scene) but it seems, even as you are finding your new being at the merciful fingers of the wind, that the eyes of measure are turned upon the reader and that they are being weighed as they read this poem. I tell you, it was eerie, I almost had to run outside and run around on the gass to savor being an Earth element ;) again, you write with such intent and pathos, masterful work!~P
Cook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first.
My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..