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
About the Creator
Marilyn Glover
Poetry is my first love of writing and will always be. My debut Jungian-themed chapbook, Shadow's Reprieve, is available now on Amazon.
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