the whooshing breezes
that tossed round me
in cathartic, good-natured gales
on gusts of exhalation,
had blown out to sea,
and all that was left
of the buoyant blasts
that had, exuberantly, swept
the shore, the dock
– and all on it –
into ship shape
was the, occasional,
flutter ripple remnant:
stragglers that would
have to scurry fast to catch
the great spirit wind ...
that moves with wings of time
note: posted for Poets United.
note: posted for Poets United.
photo: The Spirit Wind - W. Bourke
© 2015 Wendy Bourke
This is beautifully written...there is a sense of cleansing in your words that capture the readers emotions. The last two lines really moved me..the ripple effect...
ReplyDeleteYou know, after the storm, after the wind can be such peace.
ReplyDeleteAs we pick up life once more. When we had the direcho a few years ago it was
crippling - knocking out power for over a week. In the storm, it was crazy
stuff flying through the air that normally wouldnt but what silence there in the end.
Very beautiful, especially "the great spirit wind...that moves with wings of time." The photo is lovely too.
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful flow of words on small things of life that most overlook...an amazing response to the gust of wind....
ReplyDeleteBy half past the whooshing breezes ..what a magical opening line..it really swept along..dreamy and wistful and really quite brilliantly!
ReplyDeletei have witnessed these spirit winds in hawaii, in the atlantic in the pacific in the gulf of mexico. you depicted the spirit wind well
ReplyDeletegracias
I love how you have caught that feeling after the storm. There is a special kind of silence and maybe even safety afterwards. The alliteration on b in the second stanza really gave that soft rhythm that remaining waves in the dock would give.
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed, the great spirit wind...one must be thankful for such a wind and its movement. You have set the scene and described it well!
ReplyDeleteThe spirit winds can stir havoc, but then help us appreciate the silence and the gentle breeze. I enjoyed reading this twice. Though addressing a stormy wind it leaves the reader soothed. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteI love the eternal feeling the last line leaves..very well written.
ReplyDeleteA whirlwind cleaning session is needed sometimes.
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say about your keen observation of details we may take for granted, such as whoosing breezes and the way you're able to turn things to the philosophical and spiritual? Thanks for sharing this. I'm sorry I've been a stranger to blogging (and responding to posts here) in recent times, but pressing family matters have been taking up so much of my time and energy.
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