Tonight I will be attending East Side Poetry in Allentown, Pa with Yodi and will read The Wind, a poem that I have been working on for a few weeks.
The Wind
A rhapsody in motion
That ruffles my hair
Swirls me into itself
Lifts my spirit
Ripples my skirt
Flutters my edges
Tears my buttons –plink plink!
But the wind
Thinks
Away it can blow
And away from all it knows
But it knows not
That when it buffets earth
Solid
And is held still without power
It is bound to be little more than an ineffectual breeze
But if it would stay by my fiery edge
And bow to me
On bended knee
Kiss my hand
And flick my palm
The Wind knows well
Its purpose is to raise my flaming star
And we would shine
In fiery flame-light
To make all around us bright
Burning a steady blaze
Warming all the world
And have it submissive
At our feet
Boundless 