Ill Wind Poem by Eddie Roa
Ill Wind
The wind told me you’re leaving today
With voice so harsh it laid trees bare
Again he said you’re leaving today
Hissed through the vines his ill tidings
You can’t leave today my love
Not when the bougainvilleas frolic
Oh no, not today my love
Not with orchids in festive glee
Even in the morrow you cannot go
For the fruits will be in harvest then
Oh no, not in the morrow you cannot go
For the arid sod awaits your benediction
The wind told me you’re leaving today
Absurd! I said to this malignant tattle
The wind insisted that you’re leaving today
Ill wind begone, was my incensed outcry
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4/19/2024 12:27:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
poetry was and is and will always be a tool to convey a message. however, not all has the ability to see the 'real meaning of every words/line' that poet has painted his/her message. never the less poetry has been the voice of emossion since then. 'ill wind' expresses to me the pain and the courage behind good byes. actually am not comfortable with this words- the painful exprience that hunted me till now is because of this 'good bye'. ironic as it is: good (what is really good after all): bye (gesture of what-) . the poem reminded me of those people saying good bye to me not because they are moving somewhere or called to do aother things in other places, but they made it as an excuse to journey with me as a son, a brothe, even a friend. annyhow nice work...i like it. all the best note: if you could find sometime please read some of my works. thanks