One day, far away, the wind began to blow
Though it didn’t last long, it was so strong, the river upstream did flow
Backward bound, the mill unground flour into wheat
Blown out of the ground. post holes were found rolling by my feet
They only stopped, when they popped, so I put them in the pocket of my shirt
But without their stuffing, they’re good for nothing, they won’t even hold dirt
Flying around, parallel to the ground the rain struck a cliff made of shale
It soon did make, a vertical lake held in place by the force of the gale
Then with all it’s might, the wind bent the light, at right angles I was told
Though still bright, the beam of my flashlight, buckles at its fold
With nails I pined, the edges of the wind, so it couldn’t get away
Now I rent the gale, to those who want to sail, up till this very day
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- Comment from author about the poem: I had an uncle that always told tall tales to us kids. This is a tribute to him.
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Wonderful!
Thank you Salvia for the read and the word of encouragement it is most appreciated
good writing
Beautiful work. Full of power.
Thanks so much Thomas your review and encouragement is most appreciated
Holy Carroll! Innit something?! This one's probably the best I read here so far. Surrealistic, rich imagery. The idea of a storm that comes in as a constructive force (mills flour, holds a whole lake in place, all at right angles!) - is brilliant. It's like this is the storm of very reason!
Thanks so much Victor my uncle was quite a story teller and as a kid spent many an hour listening to his tales.
A story teller, how truly wonderful and in all this imagery a very windy journey absolutely magical last stanza 🌹 I'll be wanting to rent it too. 🌬️
Thanks so much Teddy as a child my uncle would entertain us with his tales and having gone through many a hurricane, lived by tornadoes paths and had them miss my house by only a block I thought tall tales of wind would be appropriate. This is an older one I have dusted off. Thanks so much for the review and kind words appreciated as always my friend
an amazing tale of the wind creating havoc, An enjoyable read.Excellent
Thanks so much David for the read. Like fishing tales some stories grow with each telling.
Beautifully crafted, the "vertical lake held in place by the force of the gale" powerfully symbolizes life's unpredictable journey, where natural forces shape our paths. The poem inspires reflection on life's twists and turns, and how external forces can transform and elevate human existence. It also celebrates the human spirit's capacity for resilience and adaptation in the face of nature's awe-inspiring power.
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