Imagine he were a tree See the leaves, the beautiful leaves? See the beautiful patterns as they dance in the wind Now imagine time is the wind
Imagine I am the child See her so happy, see she loves the leaves? Imagine the tree is her's and she is the tree's And imagine time is the wind
Imagine she plays on the tree See how she hugs it? See how she loves it? Imagine her sorrow if the wind blew her leaves away Now remember, time is the wind
Imagine the wind is mild Can you see all the patterns in the wind? Creating dances soft and mild And yes, time is the wind
Imagine the dances See all of nature join in Hear the song that nature gives us The susurrus of the leaves in the wind
Imagine the leaves a-blowing Imagine all the patterns in the wind The leaves; they're leaving, they're going! Recall, what was the wind?
Imagine the tears of the child As she tries to catch her leaves again She can not bear to see then going Oh, time, you wind!
Imagine the sorrow in her heart Running, running; never stopping again But she can't stop them, but only gaze Upon the patterns in the wind
Imagine her running, oh, the child See her stumble, and fall to the earth? See her dirt stained tears as she watches her love, her life, Vanish in patterns in the wind
Imagine, as she lies in the dirt As she lets the tears of sorrow run down her face See, the wind brings back a leaf; just one leaf Oh time, you wind
Imagine her joy, when she sees the leaf at her hand See she hugs it, she loves it, and plants the seed within She wants to see her tree, but growth is in time And time is in the wind
Imagine her joy, imagine her peace When she sees her tree again See the leaves, the beautiful leaves See how they dance in the wind
Imagine the child is happy Because she now has he, the tree Dancing with leaves and the wind As she watches all the patterns in the wind
On a New Year's Day in Reykjavik I stood at the very top of that old city, Intending to visit the Cathedral there.
All at once, there it was. And it was in charge.
A gust of wind so strong that it grabbed and Slid me, speeding across several metres of ice, Only to slam, face first, into the broad chest Of a resident British Embassy staffer.
Genially, he smiled down and introduced Himself with gentlemanly aplomb. No wonder they had an empire. At least for a while.
Oh, that wind! Ever seen snow moving horizontally? Or felt a hole being drilled, in one ear, almost out the other?
Deep in the ancient countryside, on the way to the sea, Is a lonely valley, held captive by the power of a brutal Gigantic troll. There, this wind has its greatest rival.
Even if you can't see them, just tell me you don't feel them...
In Reykholt now, that bullying wind buffets a cozy house, But to no avail, for angels watch over a newborn baby girl.
Her mother, just a girl when we first met, Now sings tenderly to her own new daughter. Both are princesses of this beautiful island country.
Finding kindness, that tough old wind has sent Halldora's lullaby across the open ocean, Over wide blue skies, and onto this snowy prairie Where I hear it and cradle it softly, and so gently, to my heart.
The wind is blowing so hard. The trees sway, standing strong. The leaves get blown away, As they are just minions in this large world. The sun is still shining, Leading the way. The sun shines, Showing the path to the great light. The wind blows, Knocking on my window. The wind is trying to get to me, To talk to me. The wind is pushing the leaves, Taking them through the light. The wind is a part of nature, A part of this world. However violent this world is, We all need a boost. We all need a wind to carry us. To carry us to a place we belong.
wind.
Author: Dennis Meeker
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Date: 04/04/2020
№ 1206835
Let the Wind Control the Waves
The music in my mind, is not the song they like. They want to change the tune, just for their delight.
Crazy is what they'd call me, but I would not deny, I love the way I am, no that is not a lie.
The ones dressed in white, and the others dressed in blue, They tell you that they'll help, but what can they do?
Slip a pill down your throat, put a smile on your face, Make sure to always accept a warm, loving embrace.
They can't make the shadows go away, because you need the sun in your life, Just like how you can't rid of kitchen appliances; a steak needs a sharp knife.
So instead they'll numb your senses, so you'll never feel the pain, I've never heard of something quite this inhumane.
Keep me away from there, they'll never let me out. I will fight against my will, don't even try to doubt.
Just let me be, I'll find a way, to live another day, Because I will refuse to eat hospital food on a little dusty tray.
Let me sing my song, you can listen if you please, But do not stop the track, unless I start to sound like Lise.
I lay in the field of flowers while the wind blows all around me. Eyes closed to feel the breeze on my porcelain skin. Drifting into a light sleep just enough to dream a little and hear the sounds of nature all around me. It's days like this I need more. Just me and the wind. If only I can go where the wind goes.
wind.
Author: Gypsy soul
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Date: 03/04/2020
№ 1205282
Like wind
(... she plays with words)
~like wind she plays with words, Shaped sand upon the beach; Building castles to the sky, Where tide her walls can't breach.
The combinations countless, She untangles any stumbling lines; In tapestry-flowing fountains, Her words to us, our sip of wine.
With nary but her hands she crafts, Poetry 'neath the noonday sun; Ceasing not except to watch, A seabird as it tends its song.
In subtleties she stirs, Her adjectives like riffs; Nuanced dance in every verb, A song that rises 'cross the drifts.
Words that rivet every reader. Lines that wile a way with rhymes; Stanzas frame a photograph, Her free verse plays along in time.
Combers rendered speechless, Marvel her poetic ways; High as terns can fly she reaches, As with every term she plays.
Her muse in song delights In ev'ry crashing wave she's heard; Her phrasing light takes winged flight, Like wind she plays with words.
On sands that ripple 'long the shore, Like conductor's arms at final score; Crescendo builds... she stands erect, Then fades to black when sun has set.
~post script.
Today she was my morning muse... a delightfully brilliant poet who knows how to play with words in a most riveting way! i only just found her beautiful. work. please allow me to introduce you to Chelsea Rae in these lines: http: //hellopoetry. com/poem/1861530/shine-your-love/
