Below is the poem entitled The Wisdom of the Breeze which was written by poet
Hicks. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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I wanted to write of nature: the clouds, the birds, the gurgling creek. But the words never felt quite right. The trees were lush with their summer leaves, except I felt the description didn't do them justice. The grass was wet with fresh dew, the squirrels were prancing about... why couldn't I come up with something? Ink from my quill soon dried up and so I moved onto pencils. They were fine for awhile, but I kept breaking them out of frustration. 'Twas a poet that wanted so bad to curse the beautiful day for not giving him his desires. But at last the wise and ancient breeze came rolling in... with a little something different to say...
these pages were blown
into the sky of unknown -
I waved them goodbye