It was easy to smirk at dirty nails
and look down my nose at dusty feet,
until the wind laid down and died.
Now, I'm just as filthy and thirsty as the rest.
We all huddle in the unnatural stillness,
day after blistering day,
staring silently at the circle
of stationary steel
as if it is a god that has been displeased.
The reverend calls for prayer,
but there are none who speak
the tongue of the wind.
Nothing moves,
but the glint of the sun on silver blades.
Nothing stirs,
but the exhalations of brutal disappointment.
Nothing much is left of us
since the wind laid down and died.
38 comments:
Ominous, to think of the wind lying down to die. Here, we take wind for granted, and complain when it blows branches off our trees. Foolish of us.
— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
You do indeed create a vivid picture! And you are so very creative! So glad we bumped into each other in this lovely blog world!
Sylvia
i like that you told this from the perspective of someone who was "better" than everyone else until
"the wind laid down and died."
LOVE that line in particular! ♥
dani
i like that you told this from the perspective of someone who was "better" than everyone else until
"the wind laid down and died."
LOVE that line in particular! ♥
dani
…”but there are none who speak the tongue of the wind” – i love that exquisite line of yours.. and a lot more to save in here.. adorable!
~Kelvin
ahan...nicely written..keep it up :)
Nature controls so much. I can't help but think of a sailboat, stuck in the middle of still waters with nothing to do but hide from the sun.
Beautiful writing, Mama!
Love the merry dance of the wind and the idea of it dying is :( Interesting poem and well done!!
Freaky.
Just saw this exact same image used on another blog comparing it to a rusted sunflower.
Stark. You paint your stories so vividly.
Oh I really like this one. The photo is great. I can tell you need rain and cool air. Fantastic poem. B
I like the way this works on a literal level...but can be applied in other ways too! It speaks of insights that only come once we've lost something we took for granted.
Wonderful writing. It's nice to make your poetic acquaintance, after seeing you around at a couple of blogs.
Natural!..Had a great read
Leaves me thinking and feeling a little ashamed of the thoughts I sometimes have, we are all but a thread away from those dirty nails.
a great humbling to lose so much...even the wind...love the religeous ref as well...and what can be contrived of it...
Nature -- the great equalizer. Great poem!
You captured the essence of the image perfectly .....
A sobering look into what could be someday... written beautifully.
I so look forward to your poetry everyday...
Very believable take on this prompt-- you give us a profound moment of desert/country life-- no wind, no water, no power. xxxj
Sounds like Grapes of Wrath even the wind died. Nice work mama...bkm
staring silently at the circle of stationary steel.
Love it. I was feeling this watching congress debate the Boehner bill.
Excellent weaving of a tale into a poem.
This evokes a lot of strong emotions.
A beautiful picture of perspective and forgotten gratitude...
Rick
Little so ominous as a dying wind.
Good work springing from a neat idea. I enjoyed this.
Funny how you don't appreciate something until it disappears. Great words.
You captured the stillness, the heat and the longing perfectly. Very impressive. Well done!
Desolation...not only that but friggin hot desolation.
Very well written. A believable story, yet with supernatural implications. Enjoyed it thoroughly. Great job!
What is to become of us if the wind dies... nicely written.
This is a wonderful capturing of the prompt....amazing writing!
Oh god, by August, I can so relate to this. Excellent write, z.
"As if it is a god that has been displeased"...
& "Since the wind laid down and died".
So powerful. I read a book "The Worst Hard Time" I think it was called. This evokes that description of the dust bowl in the '30's ... I loved this write of yours.
Thanks for you comments on my blog ... I have a lot of new horse photos on my Just Horses blog that your daughter might like:) I am a bit swamped until the end of August... can't wait to get back to trying to write poetry... I miss it. :)
I like this ! and praying for wind in any language works-Thanks!
Very moving poem, puts me right there...
"and look down my nose at dusty feet,
until the wind laid down and died"
Incredible.
~Shawna
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