Just passing by...

My first attempt to write a "riddle" for the contest

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Just passing by…

 

 

 

I blow through your hair,

My essence is air

I travel along

Thousand miles strong.

 

Shifting through the woods,

And trapped in the hoods

I whirl and whisk

Sometimes I frisk.

 

Brutal or gentle,

Often temperamental

I move and remove

Don’t need you to approve.

 

My only reason

To follow the season

Exercising my freedom

At random.

 

Author's Note

This one was an attempt to write a riddle for the contest ... I don't know, I like to challenge myself a bit...

Reviews

[Gandré]

In your poem you speak about the intrinsic nature or indispensable quality of staying free in your very inner self which determines your character: freedom of thinking is the essence of happiness; philosophically this is a property of your self without which your would not be what it is. Thanks also for reviewing my two poems, much appreciated. Unfortunately, I don't have a friends list but I keep my friends in heart. you are there now, too. regards from germany, l. gandr�

[Mistral Bilgera]

beautiful :) because there are many possible answers to this riddle, :) that kind of flexibility made this a good piece!

i have three guesses, by the way....
it could be a storm/ rain....
it could also be thought/ consciousness/ thinking, because they sometimes pass us by, free, and random...
and lastly, it can also be "Life", because of the metaphor "air", "traveling", and the last two stanza

this is a very wonderful and thought- provoking piece! good luck, my friend! :)