Phil Capitano Poet Free verse

Question the Wind

your elusive spirit is chased
through halls of knowledge
onto cobbled streets
where Montreal men
and country wives meet
another place interrupting time

but you have special talents
no homestead mule
as a seer coins will follow
even the breeze warmly pursues you

nights of dreaming without sleep
days of romance and poetry
Mon Dieu! Was that you?
cornfield hair races past
heels skim across the greasy stones
like hooves then cooingly whisper
in the passionate grass afire 
and his anticipation
is the bellowing wind

11/01/19

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Susan Lawrence June 4, 2021 at 7:04 AM So emotional ... mysterious and layered with your beautiful images . “Even the breeze warmly pursues you “ Love this ! All best wishes to you , Susan :) Phil Capitano June 5, 2021 at 3:02 AM Thanks Susan for the kind comments; I have been missing my time here with supportive friends. Thanks for being one. Have a great day.

Anil Deo January 24, 2020 at 6:05 AM who is gone with the Wind, now? Come bless with with Presence in 2020, Sir Phil. shalom, shalom. Best, Anil

Michelle Faulkner November 29, 2019 at 2:19 PM Wow, this is intriguing and captivating, my favorite line 'even the breeze warmly pursues you' - well done! Phil Capitano November 30, 2019 at 7:15 AM Thanks Michelle, for stopping by and commenting. :)

Freddie Robinson Jr. November 23, 2019 at 8:55 AM Ah, the wisdom of love far excels all other mellifluous sagely pursuits. You expressed this free-hearted spirit so well in this breezy fine poem, Phil. Reading your poetry is so muse refreshing. Especially while listening to Bob James' song, "Sun Runner." Pure sapphire poetry. Love and peace forever. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qb17EazUP9w Phil Capitano November 24, 2019 at 9:27 AM Thanks Freddie, love Bob James, Metheny and the whole genre, get many of my inspirations from music (muse), jazz, rock, classical, et al. Always great to hear from you and have a Happy Thanksgiving (we did ours a few weeks ago in Canada). Ciao.

Richard Lamoureux November 2, 2019 at 9:10 AM It seems with the help of your instrument the wind is making music again. Or perhaps you are the wind. Phil Capitano November 5, 2019 at 1:05 PM Yes, Richard, I still talk to the wind and sometimes she plays the flute for me and other times we just hang out in the trees, lol. Thanks for your comments, I appreciate it.

Silent One November 2, 2019 at 7:28 AM it is the messages the winds bring that we need to listen to... nice poem..

Panagiota Romios November 2, 2019 at 4:09 AM Hi Phil, this is the first poem. I have read of yours It's beyond poetic! I liked heels skim across greasy stones. Plus other lines, I find striking and full of imagery. Panagiota Phil Capitano November 2, 2019 at 4:14 AM Thank you for that, I appreciate your comment. Have a great day.

Sandra Adams November 1, 2019 at 6:40 PM this is beautiful....intriguing poetry... loved how even the breeze chases, and his anticipation bellows in the wind... great penning :) Phil Capitano November 2, 2019 at 3:50 AM Thanks Sandra, I was hoping you would pick up on that; glad you could stop by and chat. Namaste.