Wind

A Poem By Sarah // 11/12/2007

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

Comments

I don't know

I've always thought of the wind more as gentle and sad... even in storms... only occasionly happy or angry.

Anna | Thu, 11/15/2007

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

wind...

I think that's why I like it, because it makes you think about wind in a different way...

Christa | Fri, 11/16/2007

Where I live, in a valley,

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.

Sarah | Mon, 11/19/2007

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

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that's nto what I meant

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.

Anna | Tue, 11/20/2007

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Hmmmm, that'd be a good

Hmmmm, that'd be a good myth, the spirit of the wind...... You can't steal my idea! It's mine! lol :D

Sarah | Tue, 11/20/2007

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

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