by Sandra S Corona
Saturday, January 31, 2004
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by the wicked, wayward winds
flickering her tongue licks wild
a naturally riled child—
skin easily discarded.
around the trees, watch them squirm,
their innocence is defiled.
Her tail whips a warning, mild,
on the ground she paws and rapes
ev’rything on virgin soil.
A tornado, she winds, toils,
and from life things are parted.
She cleans the slate, gives you scat!
wind’s such an aggravation ...
and we ‘think’ her retarded.
she soothes us with breezes;
keeps her true nature within.
Only then can she fool men …
it’s we whom she’s outsmarted.
Thin air …
led by wicked, wayward winds.
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|Reviewed by SilverCeltic Moon
|Wow! I love the descriptive words and phrases in this excellent poem!!! ;) Silver|
|Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry
|Great descriptions of the wind's mysterious ways. Well done, Sandra. ~~BonnieQ|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Extremely interesting write, Sandra. Enjoyed!|
|Reviewed by Justareader Offinework (Reader)
Very descriptive, extremely well written, Sandy.
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Love the images you captured in these words. Great write!|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Superb imagery and expressive verse, Sandy. Love and peace. Regis|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Grrrrr!! Haughting and thought provoking write sandra!!