lash me by your wind

convergence-of-the-four-winds-michelle-vynConvergence Of The Four Winds by Michelle Vyn

be the wind of lost thought
seeking redemption of ideas

that burn

inside the hollow eyes,

have you ever thought of that pink scarf,
bleached, tattered, zooming through the sky
like a fake smile on your lips?

have you ever heeded the power of a blow
of air on the birthday candles, how it
erases the years lived?

be the wind that you can’t be,
be a smelly fart if need be,
be an ode to nature, or
a quatrain that seeks nothing.

do you know of the neck
that was adorned atop the light
house, where I stood, the wind:
my body, my sheath, my life,

and how it felt to be suspended
with nothing else to spare
but for a breath of air,
hair ruffled,
silences bespoken;

do you know that neck
belonged to me?

I died that second,
and I have been dying
thenceforth.

I am the wind, I am
the power,

and I am invariably caught
in this struggle.

.

Image source
Linking it up with Poets United Midweek Motif.

Advertisements

11 thoughts on “lash me by your wind

  1. Whistles!! Such a lot of power in your verse especially admire “I am the wind, I am the power, and I am invariably caught in this struggle.” Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

    Like

  2. Susan says:

    I looked for the death in this poem, but found the wind here brought past things to life–except maybe the neck of the light house, maybe the home of the scarf that smiled and left and the breath that erased years. Quite an important neck that contains and stands in for so much power.

    Like

  3. HA, you weaved such a powerful piece, with what may appear as simple images. I think I would call it “what we do not always notice”, or think about, in our daily duties. This part is just WOW :”have you ever heeded the power of a blow
    of air on the birthday candles, how it
    erases the years lived?”

    Like

  4. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    a quatrain that seeks nothing

    Something about this image makes me want to start singing to no one in particular, perhaps to a stone or a frog.

    Like

Here is where you tell me something...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s