The wind
is a dancer;
her flowing silk shawls
rustling the trees.
~
The wind
is a dancer;
her silk veils and petticoats
rustling the trees.
~
The wind
is a dancer;
lyrically streaming
sweeping with dervish whirls
and fine silk sarongs
rustling the trees.
~
The wind
is a dancer;
bangles and bells
drumming racing gale force
from nowhere, to nowhere
singing in the trees.
~
The wind
is a dancer;
softer than kisses, a
Genie sprinkling rainbows
over the sky after the storms,
whispering in the trees.
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Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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This is the kind of rhythm that carries us along so beautifully, and what can I say about poetry like:
ReplyDelete"Genie sprinkling rainbows
over the sky after the storms"
really, really, gorgeous.
I keep saying, you are truly rolling, the daily write is lifting you in special ways.
narrator, that is so sweet... thank you. I always enjoy the poetry of your comments. Posting everyday is certainly a new challenge.
ReplyDeleteThe wind is a dancer, and what a dance she weaves...as she draws us into her poetic, declamatory ways.
ReplyDeleteTHANKS.
..."poetic, declamatory ways" is very well put, Chuck. Bows in thanks while being blown away by the wind -:)
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