This was written in response to a Creative Exercise posted to my site, Lasting Impressions.
Wind Song
I closed my eyes wearily and listened to the howl of the wind as it lashed the land, snaking around bends with ferocious intent A wild beast it seemed - ferile and untamed. Wreaking such destruction until its fury was spent And then it was still... Occasionally taking shallow breaths that whistled through leaves in a tune of defeat...
You've captured the taciturn moodiness of the elements wonderfully, Chanti, and I like the form you have chosen to ground your description. I also like the animal-like qualities you develop, suggesting the behaviour is just "the nature of the beast", defeated rather than tamed. Excellent, thank you. Kate xx
You have done an excellent job here painting one of the aspects of the wind and its many faces. The flow and internal rhythm in this is very good...the imagery you employ is splendid. Well done, Chanti.
Expressive indeed Chanti, almost erotic in a sense like a lover striving to please his mate then laying spent and weak afterwards. That is what this poem felt like to me so strong was it's capture of the stength of nature. Good to see you writing on here again old friend.
Felix
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2006
Shades of Hurricane Katrina, not to mention Rita. Good imageing.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2006
I can see and feel this poem. It floats with such delightful grace.
I have done exactly this, Chanti. I used to just sit there and listen to all of the sounds of Mother Nature, that came through the wind as it whistled and howled. Great imagery, and thnx for sharing sis. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love inmy heart, joy tot he world, peace on earth, & (((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
This is, simply stated, a fantastic write, Chanti. Your images so strong that I could hear the wind and see it charging through all that was in its path. Exceptionally well written.
Take care,
Sherry
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Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Chanti,what a gifted poet you are!
As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
..Lord Byron
With Love,
Suzy
Felix
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
love and peace...
Carole
Hugs,
Tami
Take care,
Sherry
can act, almost like a living beast! Excellent description and
visuals!
Eileen