The wind is shaking the chairs on the verandah
Iron banging on wood
The screens around the outer provide the whistle
The gap in the windows the howl
The whole orchestra is playing now
Falling silent as the wind dips
Blows itself out
Only to gust in again
And I can’t sleep for the sound
I know
I know
My head is the same
A giant receptacle for the wind
Making noises
As it drifts through
Rattling on old memories
Skeleton bones clack and cackle
Empty places filling
Thoughts cracking
Paint lifting
It’s just the wind
Let the voice blow away
Breathe in
Out
And think in nothings
Blank spaces
As words spring up
Flatten them
I’ll think later
Right now
The screen door is banging
It’s just the wind
Everything blows itself quiet eventually
Even us
Lives snuffed
Then that voice that never shuts up
Will be silenced
But until then
It’s just the wind
Let it flow in
And out
Wow this is lovely! Katie x
Thanks 😊
“Giant receptacle for the wind”~that’s my head too. Beautiful writing as always 💚
Thanks Karla 😊💜
You’re welcome, Kate💚🤗
The “voice that never shuts up”…I can relate. Evocative writing.
Thanks 😊
That wind likes to whip up visions and thoughts in the early hours of twilight sleep and in the early stages of sleep at night.
Mucho Nice poem. I love poems involving nature. I am a poet as well, but I am not as refined as you are. I appreciate that. I wrote this one.
30° Sunshine
By Kevy Michaels
All by myself
Strolling on top of the world
God decided to shine a spotlight
On my exalted existence
My life is Surreal
…. Awakened to Joyous living
Surrounded by nature’s 3D beauty
And even from thousands of feet
Above the valley
I am firmly grounded
Blanketed in 30°
Colorado Sunshine
…Smiling inside
Because I am grateful
That God’s light led me
This close to heaven
While I’m still here
On Earth
That’s lovely Kevy. Thanks for sharing
If you are ever interested in featuring a post on my blog you are welcomed.
Thankyou very kind 😊