Wind.

I want to be anonymous
like million soliloquies tucked in notch of wind.

Each unnamed
folded within one another.

Hidden sounds in plenitude
cooking up a perfect zephyr which reverberates in my cochlea.

Reviews

[Michael X]

this has a vivacious depth and the winds are felt in eqch world, alluring and
abstract sensuousness captivates the heart, i admire the unique wording and
feeling you impart, you are definitely a word weaver setting imagery
upon the highest spaces of wonder and , this poem is magnificent. great job.

[SOUL LESS]

Every word is worth it's weight. That much is clear. You have the imagination of a fairy tale princess. Vnh.

[Alicante lullaby]

wow,i would have never thought putting cochlea in there..you are so original...love it,Zephyrus.

[Emily B]

still perfect, I want to be the wind when I grow up, maybe then I'll travel to your house

[Erin]

Best thing about this poem? The vocabulary. The second best thing? The style in which you wrote it. How wind starts silent and becomes louder, you matched in the style of short lines to long lines. Your vocab though....whew....I'm scared of reading this one out loud. I will stumbled over the words and ruin it. It's a terrific poem. Good job.
PBP

[Snapdragon]

I know that feeling well. Beatiful writing.

[Lydia Blackwell]

wow! This has quality, not quantity. I like it! It is packed to the brim with content. Very substantial. Great right!!!

[Moonflower]

Breath taking~

[Robin]

in other words a whisper in your ear ...

[Emily B]

each perfect word stack in just the right way

I am wondrous

wonderful