Gods of Winds At Play
Sand dunes are licking wounds desert looms through veil
Kites are awry from faster lane and clouds are in dovetail
Gods are playing wobble doable morning glory go
Bodies swoosh a push a rush, a sash falls in a glow
Fire crackles, the hearth of heaven, drops dew the earth
Gods of winds slosh through the creek in the pang of birth
Drip Drip Drip Slush Slush Slush splosh about in blobs
They throw the curlicues in blue and eat the hails in globs
Babies go to sleep and their mothers go to pray
Gods of winds spread their wings in a divine sway
Pas de deux pas de trois angel babies and girls
Moisten hands clip their bands and fit out cloud curls
Earth smiles in the east the morning comes again
Gods of winds calm their swings over the Mary’s glen
Contest: Gods of Winds
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
10 DECEMBER, 2014
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2014
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