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Spirit Wind

Spirit wind
Feeling on my face
Butting in, smearing
My jowls relentless
Your muffled voice
A conglomerate 

I prefer the still
Silent air and the 
Sharp smack of heels
On the pavement
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Mac Donald Avatar
March 24, 2011 at 9:47 AM
Hi David! If you'd thought my write was the "eye of the storm", I think this one is the passing storm. "smack of heels on the pavement", would feel like thunderous growls in the "Silent air". So wishing you the best! Mikki
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February 3, 2011 at 12:00 PM
A well done poem, David real as can be when any feelings are involved. I enjoyed the walk and image of the wind in motion. take care..luv~Skat
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February 3, 2011 at 5:49 AM
Ah the struggle between wild and crazy and still and quiet.. in luv it exists forever my friend.. constantly working at keeping it balanced.. my guru? me myself and I .. but many things around me keep me intune with a Higher Source for guidance... sometimes I don't listen.. then I get in trouble..haha... so glad u enjoyed my "Fountainhead" for the new contest.. David u need to enter some...your poetry is so excellent ..like this one.. change to Free Verse.. and 12 lines ... good luck my friend.
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February 2, 2011 at 10:58 PM
this seems very deep to me, David. I really like it the contrast you make between the stanzas.
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