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Wind
Invisible forces
Whipping you around
Branches and leaves
All around you hit the ground
The Wind has no compassion
For the foolish caught in it’s grip
It will throw you without mercy
Terrified you stand
Unable to move
It seems to be a living creature
Anticipating your every move.
There is a kind of beauty
In it’s terrible rage
You can only gasp and stare
At it’s perverse kind of pleasure
In destroying all it can
What a powerful Master we have
That can bind the Wind in his hand
filed under: A short poem about the wind
I think that's why I like it, because it makes you think about wind in a different way...
Where I live, in a valley, my house is in a valley-within-a-valley creating a wind tunnel, about once a year, these winds, exceeding one hundred a mile an hour gusts occasionally, whip across our land prducing devastating results. i have seen first hand the fury of the wind.
It's not that I dont' believe you... it's a great poem... and wind is powerful... I just don't really think of it as wicked. I mean, it always sounds like it's crying, especially in storms.
Hmmmm, that'd be a good myth, the spirit of the wind...... You can't steal my idea! It's mine! lol :D
I've always thought of the wind more as gentle and sad... even in storms... only occasionly happy or angry.