The Wind's Trail Poem by Valsa George
The Wind's Trail
Humming a soft tune
came down the wind
With airy fingers,
it tousled my hair
rubbing its cold cheeks
against mine, tickling me
it reeled round,
tugging at my skirt
like a naughty kid
and amorously lifting it up
like a lover
As winding tendrils,
it coiled all around me
inviting me for a waltz
between hushed breaths
and murmured tones
it talked to me endless
whispering sweet nothings
in my attentive ear
I felt love pouring down on me
I wished to cage it
to enjoy its sweet company
but like an apparition
it disappeared into thin air!
I couldn't follow its trail
but as it passed, I saw
a tumbleweed tremble
far above the ground!
absolutely lovely piece...easily a tenner... its tender and romantic... its fluid and easy on the tongue....its for the green and for the discerning browser... i enjoyed reading it and with awe... wish i could write like that.... sat
Glad to hear this from you Dr. Saadat! No doubt you stand head and shoulders above me as a poet. Reading some of your earlier poems I used to wish if I could write like you! However I am so glad you liked my poem and thanks a lot!
That closing image is priceless: it shows that you cannot possess the wind, but the delight it gave you on this visitation will be repeated when it next CHOOSES to visit you. It can't be forced against its will, but you don't want that. You want to feel its free, unbounded generosity. All that it takes is your faith in its return, your readiness always to cross paths with it - in a word, H-O-P-E is what you must display. The wind takes care of everything else. Another sweet lyric from Valsa's abundant imagination.
Liked the penultimate and ultimate stanzas that beautifully described how fleeting and invisible is the wind. So beautifully crafted and well executed write To my Poem List
A wonderful poem with superb imagery. It made me feel the gentle wind brushing up on my face. It expresses in beautiful detail the mysteries and wonderful attributes of one of the four elements; the wind.
I wished to cage it to enjoy its sweet company but like an apparition it disappeared into thin air. Estacy often disappears like a dream or like mirages. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has a delicately beautiful rhythm, quite haunting and the mirroring image of the tumbleweed. Very fine poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 5:18:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I have so missed reading your poems. No one uses imagery as masterfully as you! This poem was no exception - especially that first stanza~
So nice to hear from you after such a long spell of silence! To have got his compliment is even more delightful! I used to love your poems! Thank you!