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.

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That she is vain… the wind around me

ruffling black-grass of the crown-ground,

she disperses my sanity-seeds all around,

despite of what be told by double-eyed-faces,

this blood-canal bursts by yearling-races,

that which sews placebo-roots onto me,

inscribing words in this stain-shell by a fee:

.

holding my crouch-stick, never be straight,

to wash her point-toenails, her tongue thus sate

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For dVerse, where beguiling Bjorn Rudberg holds a Meeting in the Bar. I will be in and out, here and there, may be dizzy or vague, but in the end… in the cavern of your words, I’d find my space.

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Listening Haiku

a low voice calling

vanish away finding it

listen to heart’s beat

~

dissolving in breeze

inhale life with every breath

listen nature’s words

~

coo of nightingale

wind halts to listen to it

pull open thy heart

* For Carpe Diem # 245 Listening.

Affection Haiku

kiss of the sunlight

the rose bushes turn scarlet

nature’s affection

~

nature’s affection

birds lunging to horizon

gentle blowing wind

~

And inspired from Kristjaan’s love haiku,

shadows of the night

hands held under the black cloak

hiding affection

~

a love is lovely

let it fly high with free wings

accept affection

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* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 238.

Eagle’s Flight Haiku

The weather has taken a different turn. It is amazing today. Cool blissful wind is flowing, the leaves rustling and the sky, a big expanse of white.

I saw an eagle taking flight, so hence the haiku;

gliding in the air

an angular, yet straight flight

the king of the sky

And that is when my dream breaks…

The cackling of the birds

the sound of the church bell

the whoosh of the lightly blowing wind

the drop of the drizzle like snow

the faint laughter coming from across the road

while I am sitting here

watching through an old tainted window

sipping on a cup of hot tea

a faint smile appears on my face

and that is when my dream breaks.