harrison smith

Veteran Poet - 1,018 Points (Newcastle upon Tyne)

This Wind - Poem by harrison smith

Before this wind our senses lay
Flat and vunerable, forgetfull,
Our memories clean and tidy, thoughts marshalled
Lives mostly spruced up.
Now this wind has opened us,
Has moved into it's dominant.
It's prying curiosity seeks out our wounds.

Insistant, purposeful, it gnaws in rooms
Left empty by it's sweeping.
A wind which holds us pinned in our chairs
With the words of yesterday's books.
Activity's a memory and things retreat into themselves
And their absence dulls grey air made heavy
With waiting for the calm of it's passing.

Topic(s) of this poem: wind


Comments about This Wind by harrison smith

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags


Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2015



[Report Error]