The Whisper through the Wind
The whisper through the Wind
The wind whispers a cry, a howl of sadness
the wind whispers a song, a howl of gladness
the wind whispers a message for you and me
the wind whispers and we here but can not see
At night and in the light the wind whispers
Over the mountain and in the canyon the wind whispers
The wind flows like a river up and over
The wind flows like a river down and under
Birds fly high and trees sway back and forth
Water ripples while the dust rises
People ask, Does the wind have a worth?
The whisper through the Wind
The wind whispers a cry, a howl of sadness
the wind whispers a song, a howl of gladness
the wind whispers a message for you and me
the wind whispers and we here but can not see
At night and in the light the wind whispers
Over the mountain and in the canyon the wind whispers
The wind flows like a river up and over
The wind flows like a river down and under
Birds fly high and trees sway back and forth
Water ripples while the dust rises
People ask, Does the wind have a worth?
guilt. Guilt guilt
my very bodily make up
my life’s Romance after romance.
Every roadmap has led to this single moment
dark, black sludge that starts slowly at the toes
slowly makes its way over and on top of my feet
crawling up and over my calves
why is it so thick like that?
Trying to move just an inch but it won’t let me budge
but continues to consume my body.
It is to my belly now.
How did it happen so ing fast?
Despite being scared at least I can still breathe.
It hasn’t gone into my chest just yet
what is that touching my chin?
oh ! It’s still here.
Hard to ignore now.
Feels like it’s taken over my life.
I try to push it away but it fully consumes me anyway
all because I am happy and enjoying life.
Why is there pain from feeling the utmost joy and pleasure in freedom?
Why can’t I just breathe easy?
But instead the dark black sludge is in my lungs,
each breath more labored than the last one
It has me cemented to the ground
while glistening in the sun and moon light
people gape in awe of how beautiful it looks on the outside,
but if I dare let them in,
they’d be stuck here too,
with nowhere to run or move.
His cheeks had bloomed up and over his chair
His mouth was extraordinarily large now, his face looked like a bear
Let me guess, toothache? I asked, recognizing the signs as my own.
His tongue was so swollen, he could not gasp, answer or phone.
I called up the dentist and made him an appointment for two.
I hate that place he said! What did you do?
It took a cancellation, and another couple of days
Before he finally gave up and waddled into the office of Doctor McVeys.
He had horror stories to tell, but I could not listen.
His teeth were black, hardly any of them gave a glisten.
That’s what happens I said, when you do not take care of your teeth.
He stuck his tongue out at me, my neighbor, angry old Keith.
I'm just an old shovel, who loved spooning around
Scooping up and over again, the same old ground
I’ve handled jobs, few others would call profound
Always piling high, and patting down a big mound
Some folks leaned on me, if no seats to be found
Then gave me a shoulder, when homeward bound
When on the scrap heap, I never made one sound
Got shafted damn good... but, I’m on the rebound
‘The Long Shadow’
Jenny Souter 10/07/2023
My shadow is longer than me.
Pooling my shape and stretching limbs, distorting reality.
I turn the thin paper edges up and over, frayed, like old baking parchment.
A kind of alchemy against the shadow, that is me.
We lay here together- just so-my shadow and I.
They say love sometimes make people insane
Causing all kinds of heartache and pain
But honestly I wouldn’t change
One thing about yours, all i want is more
When I’m holdin’ you, I’m holdin’ it all, never had such a safe place to fall
I’ve never been so all in just wanna give you all that I am
Baby forever starts with you right now
No I’ll never be the one to let you down
Just hold on tight and enjoy the ride
Trust in me we’ll be more than all right
As we dance to the vibrations
Of our heart’s conversations
You are every dream that I’ve ever dreamed
Without you I just wouldn’t be me
What else could i possibly need
I’m up and over the clouds whenever you come around
When I’m holdin’ you, I’m holdin’ it all, never had such a safe place to fall
I’ve never been so all in just wanna give you all that i am
Baby forever starts with you right now
No I’ll never be the one to let you down
Just hold on tight and enjoy the ride
Trust in me we’ll be more than all right
As we dance to the vibrations
Of our heart’s conversations
Oh our hearts’ conversations
Conversations
Heart’s conversations
and dreaming she conquered her mountain.
and she went up and over the ridge to him.
and he came over to the white cloud tops.
and the wind moved him like rain over her hair.
and that he was more and more in love with her.
and one night she became his voice his dream.
and she lived on the mountain, she conquered.
Ascension
I walked on the vast plateau the everlasting wind of time
had blown away, the sand exposed millions of skeletons
and the memory of man wench the brain was walnut-sized.
The brain is larger now, filled with images of ***********
and wars on many fronts.
I came to an oasis I must drink or explode into atoms
but the water was full of coagulated blood.
I walked on crushing rib cages gleaming in the moonlight.
A vast iceberg blocked my way, sparkled like a diamond
decorated with religious promises of salvation.
I had to climb up and over the hindrance if I wanted to know
what was on the iceberg’s other side?
Emptiness or the final axiom?
I reluctantly began my ascent, the hands cold as my heart.
Agonizing hours blend int days,
Morning, noon, and night;
Trivial things, mere details,
Who spends time thinking about
What means nothing to you?
Poisonous clouds infect the air,
Invading and corroding every
Nearby surface, leaving no mistake
Of poisons that come in waves,
Through tunnels and into dark caverns
Stabbing the brain with a bitter, twisted knife.
Through adjustable chambers that
Penetrate and deliver their unholy burden,
Waves of agony and ecstasy burst forth
Drawing another sheep into the fold.
Through turbulent and raging winds,
Passed through beads of glass,
Shrouds of tender death
Freezing all life it meets into dust.
Two shades left of alive
With one foot in the grave
Staggering up and over again
To keep the fire burning still.
A mind encased by fetters,
A body crippled and broken
Keeping the wheel spinning
Without ever slowing down.
The church was planted in a little green valley.
Facing a mountainside of solid granite.
With a splattering color of purple and red,
Freckled with yellows and browns.
With pleasant shades of blue.
That grew naturally into streaks.
Of marbled veins, stretching, and climbing,
It's way up and over the granite,
moonlight peaks and flowing down,
into speckled trout creeks.
The common cold gives me excuses
to doze away my days
wrapped in quilts
out of focus
book in hand
oblivious to all around me.
Even when I wake
or perform some mundane task
like writing
or taking all those pills
Sometimes things go wrong and
I feel guilty.
I take a bath
getting in is easy and I fall
with a generous splash
getting out is frightening
as I have to go to the bathroom
and go now
barely on the edge of horror
do I think of turning over
rotating
raising myself up and over the iron edge
out to the toilet
with only a little clean up
pleased because last time
I couldn’t get out at all.
A black dog has got hold of her again.
She sponges her face
to a more rigid mask of brightness.
She has been depressed before
but this trench she trudges through
is full of muddied water
and she cannot find a way out.
At work she has to teach her hands
to do things
she has done a thousand times before.
Then there is the mirror,
she cleans and wipes it constantly
but at each glace she sees
her face blurring
as it leaves for nowhere.
She eats alone,
The restaurant erupts
with an air-conditioned laughter
that makes her head spin.
She drinks alone,
then fills the empty wine glass
with salty tears.
She is not sorry for herself,
she is sorry for the black dog
that slinks in and out of her mind
looking to be fed,
but she will not feed it,
she must watch it starve
while she slowly climbs
up and over
her own daily bereavement.
time flies
up and over
starts goes
light solar
up down
dims glows
moods polar
light up in the shadows
Drunk sober
throwing up lows
The Tears won't stop
The Tears won't stop
I wish they would.
It seems they come from a bottomless well.
From deep inside, where loneliness dwells.
The Tears "well-up" and over flow
God help me please, I cry and cry,
At times i'm not sure exactly why.
Some deep pain, some deeper sigh,
Escapes my heart and soul as one.
The answer lies within the well.
And in time, the well, as it runs dry,
will share the answer with its' own deep sigh.
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