Matthew Anish Poet Didactic

Black Wind

Like a sharp knife
   the winds cuts thorugh us
In the shadows of the 
        day we feel chilled
   The seemingly endless 
procession of stars in the sky 
    Speak to us about 
what really matters
Although our eyes are only 
     a small part of eternity 
We should not feel belittled 
     by the vastness of space 
Our small boats 
   should continue to 
hold their flags aloft 
   in spite of the 
bitter black wind

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Sara Kendrick July 23, 2012 at 2:45 PM Enjoyed reading your creative work..I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Sara

Joann Grisetti July 22, 2012 at 8:10 PM I like your images and illusions.

Michelle Mac Donald July 20, 2012 at 12:49 AM Almost feels like an omen, Matthew. "Bitter black wind", somewhat the tides of change? Still the stars will "speak of us about what really matters". We've such a bright and colourful world, I feel so sad when it is being abused. Best wishes, Mikki