Debbie Duncan Poet Dramatic Verse

The Wind Is Calling

The wind is calling to me again.
It comes from the sea over the mountains. 
It seems to be calling out my name. 
Come to me in the darkness of the night.

As I watch the day pass ever so slowly.
I will be going to where it's calling out to me.
Going to where the mountains meet the sea.
 
To where there is no one but me.
To where the tide never stops. 
As the moon guides me along my way.
To where the shadows cross the sea.


Just to see what I will find.
I'm going to the rocks by the sea.
To where the wind is taking me.
By the moonlight of the darkness 
of the night. 
 



I wrote this way back in 1972- 73,,,, Andrea said I should post the old one's back when I first started keeping track. So here's one of them.

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Duke Beaufort November 27, 2017 at 5:14 PM You are in tune with the forces of nature and the wonders of this world of ours. That is a fine and preceptive element that you will always have. It is great to read about and experience your take in these words.

Don Johnson August 20, 2013 at 1:56 AM yes the sea has a definite power to draw, and time there spent, on the deep blue maw, infects you mentally.... great poetry babe...

Red Omara March 13, 2013 at 1:10 AM And it's still beautiful. Do you have many others like this hidden away? -Red. Debbie Duncan March 13, 2013 at 3:33 PM Thank you Red ;}

Phyllis Babcock February 17, 2013 at 12:04 PM Love your nature poem about winds calling out to us. love phyl Debbie Duncan February 17, 2013 at 12:24 PM Thank you Phyl ;}

Don Johnson February 17, 2013 at 2:54 AM where the mountains meet the sea, the wind is blowing free... great contentment with nature flowing going free ...great poetry babe... Debbie Duncan February 17, 2013 at 11:20 AM Thank you Don ;}

Michelle Mac Donald February 16, 2013 at 5:37 PM This is beautiful, Debbie! Feels like a place to simply be.:) I used to go sit at the end of the pier where we'd lived, and just be, this reminds me of those times. Keep well and as for my sister who'd felt like biological outcast, she was our best and most favorite friend.:) Love, Mikki

Bl Devnath February 16, 2013 at 7:52 AM Really, where the end ends, it's very difficult to trace. It's like mystic destination. Good luck for the contest. Loved always, bl Debbie Duncan February 17, 2013 at 6:38 PM Thank you for reading ;}

Isaiah Zerbst February 15, 2013 at 12:08 PM A good old poem. I enjoyed reading it. Particularly that mysterious quality it has. The unspoken, yet felt.

Harry Horsman February 15, 2013 at 10:23 AM wow Debbie this is so good... Debbie Duncan February 16, 2013 at 4:47 PM Thank you harry ;}

Andrea Dietrich February 15, 2013 at 12:02 AM yes, yes, those old ones of yours were REALLY good!! keep up posting them.

Lucilla Carrillo February 14, 2013 at 8:56 PM This is beautiful Debbie; Can I join you. It sounds like a beautiful place to be - away from everything. Thanks for sharing and for reading my poem. God bless you always. Lucilla Debbie Duncan February 15, 2013 at 2:57 PM Thank you for reading ;}

Robert Johnson February 14, 2013 at 3:52 PM Nubile sense of elonquence Debbie. The music took us in those days to the mistic place where passion plays. Desiring only to escape into a world beyond the cape. Debbie Duncan February 14, 2013 at 8:05 PM Thank you Robert ;}

Frank Guglietta February 14, 2013 at 2:30 PM Great work :) Debbie Duncan February 14, 2013 at 3:30 PM Thank you Frank ;}

Daver Austin February 14, 2013 at 10:12 AM I like this mystic whispering poem, Debbie. Yep! For me my old poems are best because they are more spontaneous, kind of corny, but fresh. Thanks for reading my stuff. Love, daver Debbie Duncan February 14, 2013 at 11:00 AM Thank you Daver.

Duke Beaufort February 14, 2013 at 7:37 AM Debbie. Your philosophy and talent are making me smile. I want you to know I am also flattered by your comments. I wish I could send a clone to visit. If I had my way, that would be what I would do. Please keep the comments coming. You have a beautiful spirit.

Richard Lamoureux February 13, 2013 at 6:23 PM Beautiful Poem, you are very talented! Debbie Duncan February 14, 2013 at 11:19 AM Thank you Richard ;}

Donna Jones February 13, 2013 at 12:38 PM Well its a beauty....keep on going Debbie Duncan February 13, 2013 at 1:01 PM Thank you Donna ;}