Marieta Maglas

Gold Star - 9,629 Points (19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania)

The Chill Of The Wind - Poem by Marieta Maglas

The soul of this wind needs
No rainbow
But only desperation for a crushing blow.
He blows and blows and blows
Over the life
Of the seeds in the fruits,
And blows again
Over the purity
Of all the creeds.
Much more, he blows
Until everything around bleeds.

This wild wind needs to feed
His inner fire, which is a bloody furry
For a sunless time,
And fights an uphill battle
Against any existence.

His chills gather speed
While coming down from the hills.
He's wild enough
To get the naked trees riled,

He has been blind
But never mild.
This wind has never been a child.


Poem by Marieta Maglas

Topic(s) of this poem: battle, life, nature, time, wind

Form: Blank Verse


Comments about The Chill Of The Wind by Marieta Maglas

  • Pranab K Chakraborty (11/5/2015 9:46:00 AM)


    intense and sensuous. 'He' is the perfect word to ornament wind while he is the pulse-cracking passion of She universe. (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/31/2015 10:35:00 AM)


    Deeply envisioned and nicely depicted. Beautiful poem shared.....10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 30, 2015



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