Wind On My Face Poem by Seema Jayaraman
Wind On My Face
The feel of wind on my face
it barrels cold down on me
as I struggle with my pace
trotting the gentle slope
calls my feet on turf to prance
the wind so cool, created by my race
while not a strand stirs, breeze dead
today as I work to keep my place
the upcoming SCMM marathon
international juggernaut relay
I thank the sudden wind, rejuvenates
the gust uplifting, my collapsing sail
sound of my bones, as they bend
the wrench of muscles as they tear
all made worthwhile by this wind
Greeted thus, wind kissed cheeks
cool ministrations, body heat laced
My companion in labored rounds
cheer and freshness I taste
this breaking dawn, as I race
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Copyright ©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai 18Nov2015 All Rights Reserved
Wind blows with imagery and touches face frequently. Wind too creates the race of life. Uplifting collapsing sail wind takes this life ahead. wind kisses with love and greet more and more. Very beautiful imagery is drawn and this is definitely a fantastic poem shared. Interesting. A rating of 10 is done for you in rating box.
Very true at times it happens and one should not give up instead keep trying, the morning walk, run is so refreshing and the wind that touches our cheek is so cool and refreshing.....Really a nice poem with great imagery, Thanks for sharing a thought provoking poem.
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4/23/2024 6:13:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Aww yes a lovely thing to do, out enjoying the breath and beauty of nature and that feeling of coolness from the touch of the wind, ummm how much more refreshing can life be. Amazing and soul touching poem Seema.....