the wind causes the dancing of flowers, the rhythm of waves The wind causes the toughness of the storm what causes the wind? what causes the summer breeze that tosses my tresses like the dark, curving curving currents of the ocean in the moonless night? the tribulations of Mother Nature? or the combined whines and pleas of the distressed human race who despair at the closed bigoted minds of our peers members of our tainted society Is every complaint a waste of breath? Is every breath a waste of energy? or is it the cause of the wind that stirs us?
Very nice! I especially like... "or the combined whines and pleas of the distressed human race who despair at the closed bigoted minds of our peers members of our tainted society"
I like the premise, the wind as breath of mankind... inhale, exhale, a big huge sigh... "whines and pleas of the distressed human race". I like your idea. Interesting too if you bring it back around... "the wind causes the dances of flowers". So we are back to the ying and yang in life... ups/downs... life/death... happy/sad... the circle of life includes the whines and pleas... and dancing flowers follow... and it stirs us... thanks for sharing, I enjoyed reading your poem.
It's an observation. I'm glad you took a different turn - if you'd stayed with the happy it would have been a big cliche orgy. Though I must say Im not overly fond of darkness in poetry.
well thank you anyway. im glad you liked the format. about dark poetry- neither am i. it usually just makes me depressed, which is why i like to keep my poems balanced.
