As the wind blows north You can feel it's touch upon your skin Let it remind you of the one you loved. Let it remind you of those special moments The ones that you hold dear and wouldn't trade For anything or everything because of what they mean As the wind blows south You can feel it breathing down your neck Let it remind you of all the hardships Let it remind you of the words that were said The ones that make you shudder at the thought Words that, if not said, wouldn't have made you stronger Bottle up that wind and take it with you Wherever you may go, let the memories flow Inside that bottle all of your joys and pains All of the sorrows and magical moments That make your heart soar. That make you believe there is hope in the world The wind is my breath, take it with you So you can leave me breathless once again
This is beautiful, really. I love the simple language - it really let's the reader envision the scene for his/herself. And I love the last line especially.
so what? the wind blows, i feel it, and then i remember stuff sorrow, joy, love abstract words in reference to the above post and response to the poem itself: don't give me a blank slate of lofty words that don't really mean anything don't give me blanket words so i have to stop after every stanza just to use my own imagination if that's the case, just let me write my own poetry and forget about reading yours your poem, this poem, should be so emotionally crafted that it takes my hand and leads me to places it wants to go so i can feel it, not so i can think about it
