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

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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.

Di11y Da11y

Date: 11/9/2023 11:01:00 PM

Stop it - that's way too much talent for me to just stumble upon for free! Incredible John - I think I love it more than a bolshy sparrow :)

John Lawless
Date: 11/10/2023 4:30:00 AM

Thanks for stoping to comment DD and also for a new(to me) word "bolshy". The sparrows are in the hedge wondering "what the hell does that mean"

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.

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

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.

John Lawless
Date: 11/10/2023 4:24:00 AM

OH, Daniel, I must agree...but my casting distance improved.

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 11/9/2023 4:10:00 PM

One of the most beautiful poems I had the privilege of reading today. You've captured the beauty of windsongs and their melodies. So many lines I liked--hard to pick just one. Perhaps it's 'lifted into sunshine the billowing of clouds...' It was the perfect image. Have to fav this one, Enjoy your evening, Sara

John Lawless
Date: 11/10/2023 4:23:00 AM

thank you Sara. I worked outside most of my life so came to be very well acquainted with the whimsy of the winds