Saturday, August 12, 2006

The Wind

The wind
is a dancer;
her flowing silk shawls
rustling the trees.

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The wind
is a dancer;
her silk veils and petticoats
rustling the trees.

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The wind
is a dancer;
lyrically streaming
sweeping with dervish whirls
and fine silk sarongs
rustling the trees.

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The wind
is a dancer;
bangles and bells
drumming racing gale force
from nowhere, to nowhere
singing in the trees.

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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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4 comments:

  1. This is the kind of rhythm that carries us along so beautifully, and what can I say about poetry like:
    "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.

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  2. narrator, that is so sweet... thank you. I always enjoy the poetry of your comments. Posting everyday is certainly a new challenge.

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  3. The wind is a dancer, and what a dance she weaves...as she draws us into her poetic, declamatory ways.

    THANKS.

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  4. ..."poetic, declamatory ways" is very well put, Chuck. Bows in thanks while being blown away by the wind -:)

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