Charming picture found on Google.
The wind, oh, the mighty wind
Ferocious and demanding
Then tame and gentle
Rising to a crescendo
Reaching mighty heights
A wind choir to be heard
Blowing with impressive power
Possessing the robust force
Of an immense monster
Riding the highs and lows
Whopping, emphatic sounds
Dwindle in volume
Sing to me, oh wind
Your showy, vulgar music
Forced upon my heart
Beautiful picture and poem
ReplyDeleteLike many things in nature - beauty, power, danger...
ReplyDeleteToday is my last guaranteed visit before Christmas - hope you and Hubby have a great Christmas and a wonderful 2011 in your new home!
Wow - you are a chef with words!
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Love it!
those closing words are nice...they make it personal...that wind that blows...
ReplyDeletei love how you captured the variations in wind, very thrilling to read!
ReplyDeleteSometimes I love the wind, and sometimes it feels dangerous. You captured it very well, TB. And I love Anne's comment about you being a chef with words!
ReplyDeleteOh, your poem speaks volumes! Wind, Mother Nature in general, and just the way life can be ~ all wrapped up in your words!
ReplyDeleteAnd you found the perfect picture to accompany your poem!
Thanks for sharing!
Have a great weekend!
All the best,
Eileen
Such beauty in your words and so fitting for the picture. XX
ReplyDeleteThe power in the wind was captured so well in the power of your words.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! I felt I was in the picture!
ReplyDeleteLove the picture! Looks like Icy Mother Winter! The pups got some fries in their dinner last nite..... xoxo
ReplyDeleteThat made me realize how many faces the wind takes. I never really thought about it, but sometimes it's such a gentle friend and welcomed with a smile. Other times it's absolutely terrifying.
ReplyDeleteNice poem. I like the idea of a wind choir.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the wind here, when the angle is right, plays the wind chimes and downspouts "pan-flute" style; blowing across the tops of the tubes instead of banging them together. It's quite a sound - especially the downspouts. Picture a pan-flute with a tube 15 feet long.
quite different than Dylan
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interesting image
"wind choir" - what beautiful imagery!
ReplyDeleteI love the wind...and I really loved this poem. Lovely, TechnoBabe. That photo is really charming, isn't it?
I love this ode to the wind. It reminds me of the many lonely, empty spaces I've visited where I have listened to the many voices of the wind that you have so beautifully given words to here.
ReplyDeleteThere is something very special about the wind, and you've captured that beautifully. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem Techno. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThe wind is howling here and has been all day.
Stay warm. xo jj
I can almost hear the wind howling in that one.
ReplyDeleteThis post is wonderful, your picture and poem has really touched me, thank you.....:-)Hugs
ReplyDeleteWe've all been there - but we haven't all put it so well.
ReplyDeleteOch, the elements are driving me demented right now, over here! I'd happily swap all our white stuff over for a wee bit of wind at this minute. A truly gorgeous poem, bonny lass, and you found the perfect picture to illustrate it.
ReplyDeleteHope you and yours have a fantabulous, wonderously Merry Christmas, hon!
I love your poem!
ReplyDeleteYou've really outdone yourself, this time. Love this poem and the picture is perfect with it.
ReplyDeleteI love listening to the wind and the harder it blows the more fascinated I am. Even if it's scary and it's frequently scary when it's whipping across the lake directly at the house.
I am impressed. Last week I was impressed you cooked!:) This is truly beautiful. Sing to me, oh wind..I'll remember that the next time I'm on the boat.
ReplyDeleteAnd Technobabe, I want to say that my first trip to the US was in 1992. I was 25 and we were expecting our first child. I had been to the US many times since then till my last trip in 2008. My husband was from Charlotte. My memories of the US were beyond great but I did feel a closing of a chapter of my life when my mother-in-law passed away 5 months ago.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays to you and Hubby, Technobabe. You write lyrics too?
Nice. The wind has been blowing hard around here lately. It is good for sailing for sure.
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