January 28, 2023
~ Second Place ~ Premiere Contest: Poetry In A Glimpse This Year Sponsor: Ink Empress
~ Second Place ~ Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26 Sponsor: Mark Toney
On the edge of silence beyond the mossy-muffled stone wall a wind chime chants — faint, like falling sparkles of stars— honeyed musings of a wind spirit on the move from west to east a bridge of broken chords. Cosmic animation stirs my domestic pulsation in a supple sweep from beyond the western dusk fallen, soft notes jangle in sweet saunter — so like you, an angel’s riff on an airy whiff — O wind chanter, I hear you and I linger in my undying love for him – for I hear you, singer! Sing to me of his approach! For alone, on the cold stone of a lifeless dusk, I mourn the most. Like powdered night wings looping the lantern’s glow, I feel the brush of your touch amid the moments’ flutter a flirtation with a long tress and frills of my nightdress — O bittersweet enchantment! O wild yet tender wind — O miraculous visitor! But how do I hold you? How do I hold the wind, my love? Always, always! You slip away on blank paper wings! My human nature aspires to fly but my every heartbeat caged ironclad in mortal armor obliged in the grasp of gravity’s greed. Damn this bane of my spirit’s capture and this coupling yoke of love that did not die with you! Damn this bane of my lifeblood, bound to its streambed! Though my wilted river rises with the throb of a tide robbed not even a river’s rapture can compete with the thrills of your unbound freedom — oh death’s freedom! The ringing sleigh bell singing of spring peepers intrude — O wind chanter – distant wind chime – your tinsel talk fades. Alas! He is lost to me again—lost! lost! lost!
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.