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WINDSONGS

I have soared above the Redwoods in their youth
Touched tips of frosted frigid icy peaks
Lifted weary aching migratory wings
Swept through the oily tint of present day

Enraged the sea, drove ships upon the rocks
Becalmed the mariners upon dead waves
Caressed the vibrant hope of snowbound buds
Blew north an icy chill that still resides

Crept, in fog-like cape, through darkened streets
Swallowing the darkness of the night 
Lifted into sunshine the billowing of clouds
Mussed the unkempt locks of playful youth

I have cooled the tears of red-hot passions
And rocked the empty cradles of your dreams

Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023

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Paul Willason Date: 11/13/2023 2:16:00 AM Jaw dropping poem, John. Full of original and engaging imagery...just love how it reads. A poem you just have to hover over...it keeps giving. Do like the underlying rhythm, sets up an easy flow. Login to Reply

Hilda Greenhough Date: 11/9/2023 8:56:00 PM This poem made me feel that I was flying with the words. I love it. Thank you for such lovely imagery. Login to Reply John Lawless Date: 11/10/2023 4:26:00 AM Hope you enjoyed the flight Hilda, thanks for stopping by

Bill Baker Date: 11/9/2023 5:33:00 PM Passionate poetry, John. I like the way you put your adventures in to poetic form for us, my friend. Your descriptions were exquisite. Have a great weekend! Bill Login to Reply John Lawless Date: 11/10/2023 4:25:00 AM Bill, I guess that for us poets life itself becomes a poetic form. thanks for stopping to read and comment

Daniel Turner Date: 11/9/2023 4:30:00 PM ...and messed up many a fishing trip! Love the sonnet, John. Sorry, I couldnt resist. Login to Reply John Lawless Date: 11/10/2023 4:24:00 AM OH, Daniel, I must agree...but my casting distance improved.