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Wind Whispers

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Near the cliff's edge he stood
poised and composed. Wind swept dust
whirling salt mingling thyme,
tickling his half-clogged nose.
Seagulls screeching,
gliding, soaring, diving,
harbingers of electric storms.
A mistral wind blew cold and cruel
black clouds formed low, forbidding.
Lazy lizards scuttled for refuge 
Sparrows hid in lowly carobs
Or flew into the stately pines.
The wind spoke suddenly.
Gusts whispering dread.
An urge, a whisper, an invitation
echoing sirens of old:
"Be free, fly, liberate yourself."
Below, the sea in turmoil,
no fishing boats in sight.
No one but he dared face the storm,
the storm he feared 
was inside his tattered soul,
a sea of torment.
The birds and creatures of the wild
found a haven, but he had none,
no solutions to the inner storm,
except to dive and join the sirens,
in the perilous seas below.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 10/23/2019 9:42:00 PM
Wow Victor, you truly understand the depths of darkness a soul can be captured within! This piece is a marvel and deserves to be read and honored. Your metaphor in the fourth stanza is a haunting reminder of that search for a release from the kind of pain many will never understand unless they too experience it. Another poem that so moved me, I want to keep it in my Faves! Bravo Victor! Absolute excellence! : ) xxoo
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Date: 10/22/2019 11:18:00 AM
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Date: 10/22/2019 12:30:00 AM
Very powerful. Great work!
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Date: 10/21/2019 7:13:00 PM
Always right on with nature! The ending unexpected! Nicely done! You are making a splash! Hugs...Kim
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Date: 10/21/2019 6:29:00 PM
This has the feel of being an excerpt from a much longer tale. A wonderful write.
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Date: 7/27/2019 3:07:00 PM
Victor, This poem may be called 'Wind Whispers', but the message resonates from sea to shining sea. Your use of the Mistral wind is especially enchanting. Well done indeed. -Richard
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Date: 7/22/2019 6:10:00 AM
Amazing poem, Victor. Powerful.
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Date: 7/16/2019 1:48:00 PM
The last stanza is so, so haunting---and resonant in today's troubled times. Nicely done, Victor. :) gw
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Date: 7/15/2019 8:38:00 PM
My mind is swirling. Evocative piece dear poet. xomo <3
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Date: 7/9/2019 5:33:00 PM
Vivid enough imagery to see and "fav".
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Date: 7/9/2019 12:46:00 AM
A dramatic verse of a broken man, who lost his spirit. More than well written. Panagiota 7/8 10:44pm PST
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Date: 7/7/2019 12:18:00 PM
WoW! Victor, You've penned such a good write. The imagery and content is spot on. Sad but superbly done. Your writing is so captivating . Great job:-) Alexis
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Date: 7/7/2019 11:30:00 AM
Wow! This is a fantastic write and a fave for me, Victor! Hugs...Kim
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Date: 7/7/2019 7:19:00 AM
Wow this is such an emotive write, so beautifully expressed, with such compassion Victor. Sadly there are too many troubled souls who seek freedom from their inner demons. I truly hope they eventually find solace. I live very close to Beachy Head a beautiful spot that has become renowned for being a place where people end their lives - so very sad. With kindest thoughts Ann xx ps you may like to visit my poem Iconic Beachy Head
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Date: 7/6/2019 3:40:00 PM
Love the poem & picture.
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Date: 7/6/2019 7:59:00 AM
Brilliant work again, dear Victor...your pen is spilling gold...sending more love...^WW^
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Date: 7/6/2019 6:29:00 AM
so powerfully penned Victor the imagery is superb its so sad when someone is contemplating ending their life like this:-( hugs Jan xx
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Date: 7/6/2019 5:42:00 AM
Though the images were wonderful, one couldn't help pick up a desperate overtone there.The invasive whispers of freedom, inviting on the wind, can create a cloudy alternative that causes the person affected by depression to forget a lot of external things, including the beauty of Nature's gifts. Sad but brilliant Victor.....Maria Hugs
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Date: 7/6/2019 2:17:00 AM
I was not prepared for the. stunning last stanza inspite of its feeble hint in the preceding one ... this very treatment is excellent ... The adjectives in lowly carobs, stately pines and others like this two are effectively concrete ... A very good poem indeed, dear friend.
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Date: 7/5/2019 11:47:00 PM
Very beautifully expressed! -Smita
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Date: 7/5/2019 7:56:00 PM
a fascinating write, my friend I love the imagery you created in this verse. Hugs
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Date: 7/5/2019 7:55:00 PM
a tale of anguish well told...your themes are so varied i am in awe of how you come up with them, victor... huggs
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Date: 7/5/2019 7:52:00 PM
wow, that is great writing, Victor. I wrote a rhymed poem on this same theme one time. (It matters Not) and I think I did a sonnet too, where a guy is standing looking down at the sea contemplating this final act. Doing it free verse, you rocked the theme! (sorry been gone lately . Just no time!!)
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Date: 7/5/2019 6:37:00 PM
Breathtaking! Both the picture and more the poem. A fav!
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Date: 7/5/2019 5:13:00 PM could feel the despair through your words, the sign of great poetry! Good write Victor ....did that image inspire this beauty?
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