the wind speaks

arqios

 

the wind speaks
 
I hear the wind—it speaks,
                                not me
as footsteps fade in floating dust,
it bends the trees, it shakes the sea,
then vanishes like thoughts once held.

As footsteps fade in floating dust,
the past dissolves beyond my reach,
a fleeting voice beyond my hands,
its echo shifting, never still.

The past dissolves beyond my reach,
it lingers only in the hush,
I hear the wind—it speaks, not me,
then leads me on without a trace.

It lingers only in the hush,
then vanishes like thoughts once held,
its echo shifting, never still,
I hear the wind—it speaks, not me.
 
 
 
 
 
  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 4th, 2025 03:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: A pantoum, characterized by repeating lines and interwoven rhyme and rhythm. Each stanza connects the past and present through echoed phrases, creating a cyclical and meditative structure.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 20
  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
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  • nephilim56

    nice write

    • arqios

      Thank you so much🕊️🙏🏻

      • nephilim56

        welcome

      • sorenbarrett

        I do not know what this form is called but it's rotating repetition in this poem is haunting and most effective. A fave

        • arqios

          A pantoum, which sounds a bit strange to the ear, no less. Thanks Soren🙏🏻🕊

        • David Wakeling

          There is a sense here of the power of communing and communicating with nature.The wind in particular.For me there seems a deep desire to find meaning beyond what we see in the mirror. The past is not able to supply meaning but the present has the Wind and it speaks. A wonderful existential journey..I really enjoyed reading

          • arqios

            You got something there and I feel it’s worth developing further! Noice 🕊️🙏🏻

          • Poetic Licence

            A complex and enjoyable read

            • arqios

              Thanks PL🙏🏻🕊️

              • Poetic Licence

                You are very welcome

              • Soman Ragavan

                We are led by the wind, carried by the wind, swept off our feet by the wind, forced into others' lives by the wind, and in the end we are Gone With The Wind. For how long will our poems remain here ? Will they too not be gone some day ?... Thus, what will remain ? Bodies are turned to ashes in cremations, buried ones turn to dust, even bones. So, what remains ? Literary creations remain, for one thing. "A book is the only immortality." From : Sam Phillips : “3000 Proverbs.” New Delhi : Goodwill Publishing House, c 2017. Full acknowledgements are made here to the author/s, publishers and rights-holders. ---Soman Ragavan.

                • arqios

                  A delectable response my friend… most decidedly so. Thank you🙏🏻🕊

                • Mottakeenur Rehman

                  Your poem flows like the wind itself—ethereal and haunting. The repetition weaves a hypnotic rhythm, mirroring the fleeting nature of memory and time. Beautifully melancholic and deeply resonant.

                • Tony36

                  Great write

                • Goldfinch60

                  Fine words arqios.

                  Andy

                  https://youtu.be/ByqYEzugleE?si=8M0KGNd3frOP9kM-



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