Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Windswept


W                                                            N
                        I

                                                                        D

Wind windy

            WIND                           WIND                                    WIND
W
                  I
                                             N
                                                                                 D
Flustery    blustery

Irksome
                                    titchy and itchy

It puts me OFF
            It sets me on EDGE
                                    MARCH WIND   ~  howling, hollow, horrendous
My thoughts scattered like the leaves and plastic bags and bits of trash
lifted up,
            swirled around,  ripped apart
                                                            deposited
I cannot think
            My eyes blink too much

I yawn                                     and                        yawn
                        Exhaustion settles over me, embracing me in its python grip
my limbs are numb, leaden
I am drained
                                    slightly irritable
                                                                        confused and directionless
What’s that you say?       Compose?  Write? 

                        OUT OF THE QUESTION.
                                                                        Wobbly, flobbly           
out of order, out of sorts
          out of luck
                                                WINDY   WINDY….. wind
I’ll try again tomorrow.

Quote – well, actually – poem of the day:

  Who has seen the wind?
  Neither I nor you:
  But when the leaves hang trembling,
  The wind is passing through.

  Who has seen the wind?
  Neither you nor I:
  But when the trees bow down their heads,
  The wind is passing by.
                                                ~Christina Rossetti

5 comments:

  1. The image of the python squeezing out your energy was great. Also how your thoughts were scattered like the leaves, etc. Cool use of text placement at the beginning with the wind letters all over the page.

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  2. Love this. Great use of language and text.

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  3. Fab - u - lous! I am worn out from being whipped by this wind. Thanks for your perspective - adn for sharing another timeless poem!

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  4. Julie, that is so neat! Well, actually, it is so windswept. How creative!

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  5. Very cool poem and descriptions, I want to save it for a mentor text. I can't get over the manipulation of the text, awesome!

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