Ruffling the leaves
out of slumber
Brushing the hair
into a mess
The wind is on its way
Gyrating, swiveling
through the fields
and streets
Rushing, running
forcing ahead
with the might
of madness
Whistling through
the deserts
and the mountains
It shows no mercy
for the weak.
The wind is on its way Gyrating, swiveling through the fields and streets Rushing, running forcing ahead.....very incisive observation. A magnificent poem. My pleasure revisiting this beautiful poem of yours!
Rushing, running/forcing ahead/with the might/of madness.....wonderful choice of diction! Your short works are so sweet and highly expressive! A beautiful poem........................10
YOU CAPTURE THE WIND AS IF YOU CAN PUT IN A BAG AND OBSERVE ITS BEHAVIOR CLOSE UP. Your poems of nature are highly detailed, they focus on the specific aspects of nature but overall give a sense of the whole of nature. As we say in English, you give us both the forest and the trees. You made recall a wind that blew through my neighborhood at 5 am this morning, woke me up and gave a moment of fright - it was a pounding wind I later learned was 55 miles per hour. Your poem put that destructive energy in its proper place,
Aloha Nosheen... Simply Simoom through to Shamal! and it is true... only the strong survive... very potent imagines portrayed... powerfully so... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No mercy by wind nicely written Nosheen. Excess of anything is bad although can't imagine a life without it as well. Excellent poem.10++