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Wind At My Back Comes a wind with no thought to intrude, no wish to oppugn.... at ease. A soft wind soothing my skin, perhaps formed before memory, likely a new vocabulary we may never know. This wind resembles a zephyr, a breeze that pauses and inhales then rises to a wail like the one which blew us from the prairies to the seas. In silence, I've endured a dividing wind, especially at a sunset hour when it's said that winds lessen or die. At setting sun, with susperious winds, there is a half hour which is the color of sadness, regret, and the hue- filled rhymes. Yet nothing can keep out the darkness, away from illuminations that nurture a host of life forms. And I? I live in the palm of His hand. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Paul H. Roefs On Date: 2005-06-25 01:05:37
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.50000
HiMel,
This poem is original and profound. The imagery is wonderful and balanced thoughout. I have gained a better insight about the wind from your poem. The read is very smooth except for a few lines. You are a very perseptive poet and I like your style. Great poem.
Best regardsPaul; aka, "Donpablo"