I live in the house
of the song
of the wind
in darkness the gale
calls
and howls
~
I ride the black night
on the sound
of the wind
each cry lifts me
up
and beguiles
~
I spurn my sleep
I wait
for the wind
she sings me
a storm
lullaby
~
- Author: Frank Prem ( Offline)
- Published: December 9th, 2017 00:11
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 26
- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
Comments6
What a beautiful write Frank - great work.
Thanks Michael. It's a favorite thing to listen to the wind.
Super write Frank, the wind can play so many differing tunes.
Thanks GF. I love the wind howling around the house.may voices.
A fine write Frank.
Thanks O. CHeers.
Living in a hurricane subjected area, I have much respect for the power of the wind. Your poem is a fine tribute, Frank!
I read about the winds you have over your way Louis. I like mine better. They tend to whisper, rather than yell.
Yes, the passion of the wind can sing softly and wild. Great poem Frank.
Thanks AP. I love the wind song
Our usual weather has the Trade Winds, blowing from East to West. Sometimes just a whisper, sometimes a little bit stronger, but not too strong. I too like to listen to these winds. There are so many connections people make with the wind, of bringing good times, taking away wishes to loved ones, and much more.
Love your poem, Frank!
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