Alan .S. Jeeves

The Wild Wind Of Antiquity

The wind is come to sojourn once more
Delivering tidings from far away, yonder.
It expires its breath and wheezes veracity.

Eyes may not see but ears are alarmed
As the wind calls out its blustery voice
And those who listen will know it well.

The legend told is one of timeworn myth
But nought can change, save for illusions,
And he who walked before us also follows.

The wind is come to visit this day
To test our faith and inquest our soul
For the wind that comes to call, this day, knows all.



Comments4

  • dusk arising

    And we who survive the ill wind shall know more than we thought. We were tested and stood our ground.

    • Alan .S. Jeeves

      Quite right da, we take the wind for granted but it is there for a reason.
      Kind regards, Alan

    • Goldfinch60

      That wind can bring us knowledge and experience to bring us to the place we are today.

      Andy

      • Alan .S. Jeeves

        Sub umbra alarum tuarum.
        Words you know so well Steve.
        Ex Animo, Alan

        • Goldfinch60

          Query - Steve?

          Andy

        • 1 more comment

        • Teddy.15

          Beautiful.

          • Alan .S. Jeeves

            This example of free verse was originally written for, and published with, Neo Teddy. I guess they won't mind me resurrecting it here.
            Ex animo, Alan

          • orchidee

            Good write Alan.

            • Alan .S. Jeeves

              Thank you Steve, did it blow you away?
              Ex animo, Alan

              • orchidee

                Yes lol, cos I am from antiquity - I'm centuries old you know.
                Antiques Show - do I know it? I am in it, as an exhibit! lol.



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