Thar she blows

sorenbarrett

She is the wind, on hot days she blows from the south
On cold days from the north icy, nary a word from her mouth
A funnel cloud in circles blows, dark clouds on her brow
A whisper in a breeze that grows from the east, a gale called Gail now
Hurricane on course with deadly force all in her way pinned 
Spiting death from a blustery breath, they call her the Westwind

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  • Shaunmatthewcpoetry

    Lovely flow, enjoyed this.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks so much Shaun for the review and kind words of support they make the day

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      nature and its awesome strength

    • Paul Bell

      Strangely enough, the sun has hit Britain, people are taking fourteen layers of clothes off, another two days of this they'll be a hose pipe ban.
      I know they build houses to withstand hurricanes, but I think when mother natures at her worst, no building is going to survive.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks so much Paul for the read and yes you are so right any bloke will tell ya no one can stand against the force of a woman's rants and rails

      • Friendship

        You painted wild images of all kinds of winds. Your poem revolves around the different aspects of the wind and its effects, illustrating how it changes with the seasons and its capacity for destruction, particularly in the context of hurricanes and storms. Well written

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you Friendship for your review it means a lot your words of support

          • Friendship

            You're so welcome, my friend

          • arqios

            Something or someone, even that literal read brings all faculties to the fore of attentive alertness🕊️🙏🏻

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you Cryptic for your read and catching the metaphor as well. I knew that you would get it even if others did not. It is most appreciated my friend

              • arqios

                Most welcome, Soren 🙏🏻🕊️

              • orchidee

                Good write SB. A million year old joke? - a gale called Gail! lol.

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thanks Orchi for the read and comment my friend

                • Lorenz

                  This westwind that blows across the shifting dune of my imagination so clesely tied to this flatland...

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks so much Lorenz for the read and comment

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Soren, this sweeps in with real force…there’s a momentum here that keeps building, like the wind itself refusing to stay contained. It feels alive and shifting, never still. This moves. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thanks so much Tristan for the read and comment your support is most welcome

                    • Katie B.

                      Well penned, Soren!

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thanks so much Katie for the read and comment it is appreciated

                      • Kevin Hulme

                        Enjoyable Poem about the different aspects of the Wind. Like a Warm Breeze myself.

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thanks Kevin there are plenty of people that nothing but hot air and some blowhards. I appreciate the read and support

                        • Goldfinch60

                          Nature's wonder can bring us all types of situations soren and many we can enjoy.

                          Andy

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thanks for the read Andy it is always appreciated

                          • RSM0812

                            Mesmerizing, beautiful and unique. A good poem. Nicely done.

                            • sorenbarrett

                              Thanks so much for the read and comment it is always most appreciated and valued



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