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
Got to have a clear out, and throw those demons out. Yes, that's a great idea, throw out the demons! Well Done, Brian!
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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Wonderful imagery throughout your poem, very expressively written. Strange winds are creatively focused in this poem. Loved reading it. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn