How often I wish I were the wind
blown off to a place far, far away
Landing unweathered, alas thickened skinned
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often, I reflect on when I've sinned
eye storm's eyesore, my spirit is grey
How often I wish I were the wind
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chin-up's soul mate, my hopeful chinned
local wind's laughter, limbs gently sway
Landing unweathered, alas thickened skinned
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mistral's misery; have I been pinned
gust meets obstacle, to my dismay
How often I wish I were the wind
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cat's paw, soothing; grimaced to grinned
shoreline's special; a catch of the day
Landing unweathered, alas thickened skinned
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respite, fresh air when pressure has thinned
a breeze that frees on a summer's day
How often I wish I were the wind
Landing unweathered, alas thickened skinned
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Marilyn Glover
Poet, writer, & editor, writing to uplift humanity. A Spiritual person who practices Reiki and finds inspiration in nature.
Mother of four, grandmother of two, British American dual citizen living in the States
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Comments (4)
Very clever and thought-provoking.
This felt so soothing, optimistic and powerful! Loved your Villanelle!
I would ;love to travel as the wind
I do have a few people who I would gladly blow away if I were the wind. Your poem brings dark ideas.