Thursday, January 12, 2017

Gusts Over Fifty Comments

Rating: 4.8

The wandering gusts of winter wind
Repeat and follow and reply
And flow over the tops of the forest
Of this dark night's bare branches,


Bill Galvin
Cowboy Ron Williams 20 October 2020

I've been there, pard, in winds over fifty with gusts over eighty, and the sand blowing in my eyes and in the eyes of my horse! Not fun at all! Great, realistic poem. Oh, I see that it was poem of the day in 2017. A worthy choice!

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Wonderful catch the essence of the spirit of the wind..congratulations on being selected poet of the day..

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Anil Kumar Panda 28 March 2017

The wind of winter coming from over tree tops and vanishing at far off places. A nice poem composed beautifully. Congratulations.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 28 March 2017

Winter wind.... congrats on being chosen...

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Geoffrey Fafard 28 March 2017

This is happening now as I read...A monstrous storm, a cyclone is passing over my country here in north old Oz..! Things are rugged but I cant help raising a smile at your well penned poem. You tell it as it is Biil. Great writing my friend. Cheers Geoffrey.

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Tom Allport 28 March 2017

a very atmospheric write of winds that terrify some with their might? ........brilliantly written.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 28 March 2017

It is a marvellous poem on gust in winter having high penmanship. Each and every lines are interesting to read. Enjoyed with heart. Thanks for posting.

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Edward Kofi Louis 28 March 2017

Wandering gusts of winter wind! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kim Barney 28 March 2017

Great poem, Bill! Your descriptions of the wind are fantastic. This is a well-deserved poem of the day!

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Lyn Paul 28 March 2017

Great description and perfect poem of the day! So good to read and may you be well. Thank You

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Richard Wlodarski 28 March 2017

Bill, I love the wind. Find it somewhat mysterious. You've done a great job in furthering the mystery. Very vivid imagery. Permitting the mind to almost hear the sounds. And what a great last stanza! Congrats on Poem Of The Day.

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Bharati Nayak 28 March 2017

Coming from somewhere, Pausing not a whit; Peripatetic and unsettled; Roving onward to anywhere; Wild, unleashed, Unbridled through the sleeping towns; Till it's force unwinds, And it loses its self elsewhere; … nowhere… … nowhere… That I can see from here. - - - - - - - - - - - - -An amazing poem on winter.I would like to read it again and again.

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