Poems

The Wind

if the wind dressed up
if the wind called out
if the wind wore leather shoes
 
if the wind blew into my house
at the dead of night at noon
with a jar of onion soup
 
sometimes when I'm with friends
she kisses me full on the mouth
or in the political circle dares me
recite a poem that mocks the king

no-one can see her because she's invisible
but I call her name and call her name
and trail her down the street -
been a long time since I fell for the wind

2 Comments

1 Julio

it was one of the wonderful post i’ve seen…outstanding balnace of stuffzz….Amazing work….learnd a lotVisit mine and plz plz plz post your comments…Thank you…i’ll b in touch….

2 Josee

First I want to copy EO and say “the esnsece of esnsece” and next I want to nick “alchemy” off of the watercats.Lovely poem of constant movement forwards, and really liked Distilled… be-thrilled… be-spilled. Great words in the right places - what more can I say?!

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