I am always there, travelling the world.
You can’t see me
Unless I get angry.
You feel me as a gentle caress
Across your skin.
I am there when the trees wave
Silently as I pass.
The ripples on the water show I am there,
The crash of the sea hitting the land,
Show my strength.
The swirl of my anger crossing the oceans
And hitting the land,
Uprooting trees, dwellings
And lives,
This is when you see me.
Beware, hide from me when I am angry.
The anger soon subsides
But the devastation remains
To remind you of me.
I am always there,
You can’t see me,
I am the wind.
I flow round your world
And around your life.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: And the wind blows.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
And quite powerful too! 🙏🏻🕊
It certainly can be arqios, thank you.
Andy
Most welcome Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
The power of nature, not ever to be underestimated, enjoyed the read
So true Tobani, thank you.
Andy
You are very welcome
I have known many of their forms from breeze to gale and hurricane only two things do I fear fire and wind. Nicely written Andy
Well said soren, I too have been through many of them.
Andy
This is very clever.Giving the wind almost human characteristics.Very enjoyable to read mi amigo
Most kind David, thank you.
Andy
This beautifully captures the essence and dual nature of the wind - both its gentle presence and its terrifying power... Very well written!!!
Your kind words are much appreciated Salvia, thank you.
Andy
Nicely done. A fine write. Really enjoyed this.
Much appreciated Tom, thank you.
Andy
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