Francine Roberts Poet Nonet

Tepid Wind

Tepid wind that neither cools nor warms,

blowing with no destination.

Similarities abound

to my scattered mind's state.

Thoughts run here and there

with no passion,

or purpose:

with no

love.

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Andrea Dietrich March 26, 2011 at 7:01 PM ahhh, this is a great one, and great metaphor, sweetie! I sure have missed some very good poetry of yours lately.

Carolyn Devonshire March 21, 2011 at 3:11 PM Perhaps we Moonchildren should build a fire and try to ignite some passion, Francine. A very moving poem to which many of us can relate. Love, Carolyn

Tahera Mannan March 21, 2011 at 4:54 AM A beautiful similie in this write. I can so picture this.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 21, 2011 at 4:47 AM Emotionally charged lines to your Nonet Francine.. unique and different approach my friend.. good luck in the contest ...touches the deepest part of love ..luv..

Constance La France March 21, 2011 at 4:10 AM This poem has a haunting aspect to it, I could almost feel that tepid wind, well done~~