Emile Pinet Poet Free verse

Written On the Wind

When life leaves me feeling all alone
and abandoned to my thoughts;
I listen to the leaves rustling in the trees
chatting with each passing breeze,
discussing what's written on the wind.

Inscribed with invisible inks,
hopes, dreams, loves won, loves lost,
and all of life's secrets and frustrations are aired.   

Subliminal notes remind my heart and soul
that I'm alive: and conscious of my surroundings;
the author of my destiny.

In reality, nothing is preordained,
Life's a blank page in an empty book
awaiting free will to fill in the lines
that time drafted from a plethora of notes;
found pinned to the wind.

My silent screams, and my screams of joy
are temporarily written on the wind.
And when my life ends:
Death will erase all, but the wind.

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Kelly Deschler October 30, 2022 at 8:30 AM Wow ... I was blown away by this beautiful, meaningful poem, especially the last few lines... Excellent writing, my friend! Best wishes for the contest! Emile Pinet October 30, 2022 at 9:07 AM Thanks, Kelly, your words honor me, my friend, Emile.

Terry Miller October 29, 2022 at 2:48 AM Well written, Emile; most of us will not be remembered long; glad I stopped by to read this, Terry Emile Pinet October 29, 2022 at 8:21 AM Thanks, Terry, as always, I welcome and appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.

L Milton Hankins October 27, 2022 at 2:39 PM Hmmm...well, that's one way to look at it, Emile, but I believe that death cannot erase any of us until what we left behind is no longer remembered by anyone. Emile Pinet October 27, 2022 at 4:36 PM Thanks, Milt, it is a nice thought that we will be remembered, but billions of souls have been and will continue to be erased by time, for memories last no more than a few generations before they fade into oblivion and are no more, as life's cycle of birth and death continues, my friend, Emile.

Eve Roper October 27, 2022 at 11:16 AM Beautiful verse with great imagery and feeling. Yes, our words are remembered , feelings of emotions. Good luck in the contest. Many blessings to you my friend and wishes come true. Emile Pinet October 27, 2022 at 11:30 AM Thanks, Eve, as always, I welcome and appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.