How often I wish I were the wind
blown off to a place far, far away
Landing unweathered, alas thickened skinned
š“
often, I reflect on when I've sinned
eye storm's eyesore, my spirit is grey
How often I wish I were the wind
š“
chin-up's soul mate, my hopeful chinned
local wind's laughter, limbs gently sway
Landing unweathered, alas thickened skinned
š“
mistral's misery; have I been pinned
gust meets obstacle, to my dismay
How often I wish I were the wind
š“
cat's paw, soothing; grimaced to grinned
shoreline's special; a catch of the day
Landing unweathered, alas thickened skinned
š“
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
8x boosted Meium poet, editor, and certified Reiki Master who is at her best when in nature. Creating to boost humanity while often not coloring within the lines. Follow me at: https://gmarilyn009.medium.com/
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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.