Strange Wind Poem by Brian Stafford

Strange Wind

Rating: 4.8


There's strange wind blowing,
through my head again;
I can't seem to remember,
what or where I am;
Wild horses are racing through,
and coming back again;
Birds are soaring upwards,
and flying all around;
Got to stop it raining,
and make it snow again;

There's a strange wind blowing,
through my head,
through my head again.

Thoughts are coming to me,
like the flicker of a fire;
Got to tell the spiders,
to shift their cobwebs out;
Oscillating memories,
around a twisted spire;
Got to have a clear out,
and throw those demons out;

There's a strange wind blowing,
through my head,
through my head again.

© 2010
Brian J Stafford

Thursday, January 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 25 July 2015

Wonderful imagery throughout your poem, very expressively written. Strange winds are creatively focused in this poem. Loved reading it. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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Clarence Prince 16 February 2015

Got to have a clear out, and throw those demons out. Yes, that's a great idea, throw out the demons! Well Done, Brian!

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Akhtar Jawad 31 January 2015

There's a strange wind blowing, through my head, through my head again. The strange wind is constructive and creative, it's output is a beautiful poem.................10

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