I can't speak to the form itself as I've never written one, but I like your personification of the wind and the touches of humor throughout. Very nicely done! Hugs, Elizabeth

Your personification of wind blew me away. You've birth the new poetic version of Gone With the Wind and I'm gonna about to read it again so I can get blowed away twice!

I love this poem!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

You are very talented. Well penned. Enjoyed the read.

I still say raspberries to you, Charlie... hee, hee...
I already took my F.
And if you will notice in my Englyn Ode to you, I did repeat the same sounds (Ode to Charlie, Oh, Charlie) and I made s
l
a
n
t
rhymes. Actually I tried to do the real slant rhymes, but... they just don't sound right in my head. (I struggle with real rhymes as it is... bleck!)
I even did a non-Englyn verse that echoed!
Shouldn't I at least get a D for trying??
hee, hee...

Crys...

I like your poem, but it's not "englyn." The thing that makes it engyln is not the rhyme, nor the syllables, it's the omoioteleton throughout the poem. There are many forms of englyn poems, but they all have this element. Here are 3 lines from a 7-syllabled, rhyming, triplet form of englyn milwr:
I carry a severed head.
Cynfarch's son, it's owner, would
Charge two warbands without heed.

Okay. Now look at the first line. Notice the repeated short vowel sound in "carry", "severed" and "head". Also notice the repeated end consonant "d". And there are also dipthongs in there. "I", as a dipthong, is "ah+ee", and "a" is "eh+ee", thus the "ee" is also echoed. Also, in Welsh, there are many more dipthongs that we consider.
Now, line two: The first word, "Cynfarch's" echoes the "s" sound in "severed" from the first line. It is customary to "marry" one of the last sounds in the first line with one of the first sounds in the line following. And it's echoed again in "Cynfarch's" last syllable, as well as in "son." Also, there's an echoing of "oo" in the "w's" and "oh" sound. Incidently, all short vowels, h's and "w's" are related in sound-- they're all formed in similar places inside the mouth. So there's a lot of echoing going on in that line.
Finally, in the third line, notice again that the "w" from "would" in line two is echoed in "two" and "warbands" and "without" and "heed". Also, "heed" slants a rhyme with "head" from the first line.

Altogether, the lines merge, marry, kiss your mouth, so to speak. --That's englyn prosody for you.

Now, I'm not saying I don't like your poem. I do like it. But if you're going to call it englyn, shouldn't it be englyn?

Back to work, Cryssa. I expect no less than a masterpiece from you. --Your ever-lovin' sista, CHARLIE

...well penned thoughts...of a wind...with a bit of fling in the air.
enjoyed Cryssa...
John

How unique is this. Love the meaning, and enjoy the reading, it's very chipper indeed. a delightful penn..

Beautifully composed...Inspiring and enchanting... I like it.

In admiration,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

A very meaningful piece, Cryss. On the lighter side, i'd say: "Mean englyn wind!" (smiles)

Be well,
Sheri

Powerful poem, Cryssa; very well penned! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

That's like one blowing down from the loch's glens, cool and tracherous, taking your breath away and leaving you like a wet discarted rag...but what a ride you had!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Georg

Wow, Cryssa, this one is powerfully penned excellence. Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Seems the poem I just wrote has something in common with yours.