Patrick Cornwall Poet Romanticism

Wind

The wind rustles your hair as the sun brings joy .

It tells your secrets and they are well kept.

They go where it is needed turning gracefully.

Will you dance again?

 

What about your joy?

Its buried now and your hair is gone.

Birds dancing and your bare arms reach for me.

Saves the last dance.

 

I love your cold breath and the heat.

Your almost home.

But you will leave  as before.

Dance for me.

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Gwendolen Song July 9, 2012 at 6:21 AM A great featured poem with its romantic nostalgic feel...gwendolen

Poet Destroyer A July 8, 2012 at 4:48 PM Patrick, congratulations with your featured poem of the week.. hope you are enjoying yours~Always ;-) PD

Grace Williams December 6, 2011 at 9:01 PM I think this is an absolutely fantastic poem, though I might just be biased towards your subject matter. It seems that there are loads of potential meanings hinted at, and I really like that you don't spell them out. As they always say "What is not said in the poem is as important as what is"