Tuesday, 25 December 2007

The Wind



The wind so brisk,
so fresh the breeze
on my skin,
in my heart.
Pure and new.
Like myself.

To start all over again.
Without you.

No more
stale thoughts,
the stink of
booze lingering in my nostrils.
No more you.

I feel the wind.
Fresh.


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The weekly theme for
Moody Monday is
fresh

10 comments:

KennethSF said...

I like this picture--it's so stark. And I just realize wind is so elusive that you can only imply its presence by showing its effect.

SusuPetal said...

Yes, Kenneth, the effect is seen -and the wind is already gone.

Mick said...

A beautiful photograph. I always enjoy your poems too, this one included, and as I read it, the old King Crimson song "I Talk To The Wind" came to mind. :)

SusuPetal said...

A beautiful song, Mick.

griesmail said...

beautiful picture and poem

SusuPetal said...

Thank you, Griesmail.

Anonymous said...

Was he drunkard? the loveone.

SusuPetal said...

Could have been, or then the loved one was booze and the person in the poem got rid of alcohol.
As the reader prefers.

Jayden said...

I really like your poems I write also but im just not sure do i have the courage to put them on the internet out in the open.

SusuPetal said...

Jayden, I believe that internet is just the perfect place to publish ones poems, so don't hesitate.