RoseAnn V. Shawiak Wind Poems

Musically fascinating upon a keyboard that sends thrills of excitement into a spiral heading upward, out of sight so soon.

Leaving everyone sitting tightly in echoes of a once upon a time in the past, tripping and falling in echoes of musical coded rhythms.
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Melodies deeply disturbing me within, arousing suspicions,
causing doubts of yearning in this world, unsure of every-
thing.
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Watching clouds being pushed quickly across the sky by
a winter wind.

Seeing blackened clouds getting ready to pour down upon
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Wind kicking up outside, blowing dry brown leaves across
the ground with no warning whatsoever.

Turning and twisting in balls of wind, as they travel
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Atmosphere gushing wind onto earth,
cleansing and purifying it in spite
of man.
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Wind waving to me through leaves being blown to and fro in the heat of a cloudy day.
Saturated in stormy qualms, sticking closely to the ground with familiar sounds of silence shattering the quiet afternoon.
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Wind blowing naturally through trees,
swaying them roughly with brazen breezes,
taking them beyond what they can endure.
Waving frantically to and fro, hoping for
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Wind songs energizing my mind, galloping through the
deserts in abandoned haste, wanting only to lose
myself in depths of this inner wasteland.
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Bright blue skies now turning a darker grayened blue,
getting prepared to create a storm of rain, lightening
and thunder upon this earth.
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Silken ebony flying through the heavens, no boundaries
in sight.

Gliding freedom, gathering serenity in a sanctuary above
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Minds escaping in a seminole wind, leaving everything and finding the way home, at long last, taking dusty trails leading past mysteries of the old west.

Recalling its stories of a frontier that felt like a long lost friend from back in the day, roller coasting melodies and their rhythms out onto lone, cold roads in the desert, never wanting to go back, only forward in the wonder of life.
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Placid lake rippling before me, touching my mind
with it's perfect solace.

Closer to me, calm and clear, further out, ripples
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Branches being blown back and forth,
sweeping the sky before me.

Swatting many particles of dust and
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Sitting here next to a picture window writing, listening
to music, glancing out the window to see the presence of
wind blowing.
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Constantly moving thoughts within intellect and brain,
watching them innately dance into measures of timely
rhythms as they continue to soothe, calm and express
messages coming through musical interludes daily.
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Life being thrown into the wind, songs flowing back into
this mind, running along the world's highways as a train
whistle blows in the distance.
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Listening to a deep voice that's coming across, wielding
an inner strength that purposely finds its way onto the
stage.
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Watching wind on the other side of a window blow
nature in all directions, not caring what will
happen to it's fragile leaves and blossoms.
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Watching an invisible wind as its presence is made known
through leaves and branches of trees, making them sway and
dance in a quiet afternoon.
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Continuing into this afternoon, wind blowing my hair
all around as the band plays rhythms.

Wind keeping time with it's motions through measure of
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Leaves being blown by an afternoon breeze, shimmering
in the sunlight, looking like diamonds hanging there
looking brilliant, as I write them into this poem.
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Hands of wind gently scratching the atmosphere, daring not
to alight upon earth.

Fragilly floating, testing everything, seeking to find a
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Watching wind blow, picking up whatever it can,
making it look weightless.
Noises, bangs, loud cracks and falling things
being tossed about.
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Wavering in the future, being touched by the winds of
change, not wanting, yet, to commence a journey into
light.
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A lone leaf, brown and dry,
being blown down a concrete
sidewalk.
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Ocotillo arms reaching out, scribbling in the wind invisibly
for poets to imagine what it is they're writing so intensely.

Secrets of life and nature kept under wraps until a poet re-
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Never talking, just watching and listening to the wind
whispering its sonnets and beautiful melodies that con-
tinue to challenge this brain in the wonder of life.
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Mind clicking onto sounds of beautiful colors,
placing them innocently in depths of extra-
sensory perceptions.
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Wind blowing excessively, causing clouds to rise and fall,
crashing and landing on one another throughout the sky.

All grumbling, yet gathering together to arrange a storm,
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