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A Whisper on the Wind

I was a gentle whisper upon the wind

That swept over the green valleys

I climbed the height of the highest mountain

And murmured softly as I descended the slopes

I picked up speed and started moving swiftly

Over the plateau and the sun swept plains

I picked up speed and started to howl

Whistling around corners and pushing gust after gust

 Bending the trees till they touched the earth

I reached the open water and the lapping waves became huge swells

Higher and higher went the waves until the white caps hit the shore

I took the rain and pelted it against the earth

 Harder and harder as if in an angry rage

Then I blew my self out on the open ocean waves

Exhausted, I once again became a whisper on the wind

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/27/2014 9:59:00 PM
BRILLIANT ;) ;) :)
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Date: 3/21/2011 11:57:00 PM
wow, one of your BEST I just happened to come upon here. I know you love rhyme, but you can really let go with free verse, dearie. A big fave on this one, and I saved all your comments to me for last. I read them and now it is nearly 1 a.m. So sorry I never have time to read more than a few of your poems, Phylis. thanks for those comments and it's fun to read what you have to say about you life with them . LUv, Andrea
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Date: 12/10/2009 5:45:00 AM
Loved this, it gave me the visual of being the wind and transversing the landscape. Thanks for posting :)
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Date: 7/19/2009 9:11:00 PM
fine twist of personification in this cool poem! Phyllis! jim
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Date: 7/9/2009 12:00:00 PM
thsi is a very beautiful piece!! keep writing cause it will take you far... Ciara =)
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Date: 3/13/2009 11:39:00 AM
Powerful. Amazing write i love it. ~Jese
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Date: 3/12/2009 11:05:00 AM
A powerful journey of words, delighted to be read.
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Date: 2/26/2009 12:51:00 PM
Fine personification in this work. Nature has its charms and this poem exalts them. Yours Matthew Anish
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Date: 2/18/2009 11:53:00 PM
Thank you for your observations Phyllis.Rgds Brian
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Date: 2/18/2009 1:20:00 PM
Thank you, for your comments, I could only wish I recieved as many for my book. I am going to read some of your poetry. I'll get back to you. Always, David an "Unknown" father.
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Date: 2/18/2009 9:27:00 AM
Nice use of imagery that seems to take the reader on a journey with you. Wonderful last line. Thank you for sharing this poem with us. Keep on writing! Karen
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Date: 2/18/2009 8:59:00 AM
Phyllis, I'll have to read more of your work. I really enjoy poems like this that take the reader on a journey. Good job! Carolyn
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Date: 2/11/2009 10:59:00 AM
This is wonderful personification! Love the gentleness of the read and the descriptive quality and flow. Beautiful! Michael
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Date: 2/10/2009 8:39:00 AM
somehow this sounds like your soul is traveling around and it is beautiful. janetta
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Date: 1/16/2009 4:34:00 PM
a vision of poetry has been captured in this piece. i traveled along the journey the whisper being "love" being carried to the many places the piece took me. beautiful. John H. Loving III
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Date: 1/13/2009 6:39:00 PM
A beautiful description of the wind....breathtaking. I know your feeling here.:) Love, Sara
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Date: 1/12/2009 10:55:00 AM
The wind comes alive. I love whistling around corners and pushing gust after gust.. this is filled with a lot of beautiful lines..well written.
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Date: 1/12/2009 8:24:00 AM
You personified the wind so beautifully. Swept me away. Awesome write. Love, Shar
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Date: 1/12/2009 3:33:00 AM
Excellent poem with great imagery...Raul
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Date: 1/11/2009 11:34:00 PM
Like the personification style of this one Phyllis.One to add into my favourites I think.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments
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Date: 1/11/2009 9:38:00 PM
You have been infected by the late John Denver and his love for the outdoor, Phyl. Not that this country boy who so loves nature and the outdoor would blame you though. Nothing gives a higher thrill and a feeling of being with mother nature than to feel the wind whizzing against one's face. Nice write and great title too. Regards, Fred
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Date: 1/11/2009 5:35:00 PM
such a painting of wll oiled words, such a delight to read, take care D-nyce
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Date: 1/11/2009 4:11:00 PM
What a journey this was! A beautiful poem of nature - on of my favorite subjects. :) Hope you've been well, love, Kristin
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