The wind is made of haunting souls that
moan and groan in whistles and whispers.
Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
The wind blows to the south and turns to the north;
round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.
Ecclesiastes 1:6 Bible NIV
UBIQUITOUS
whispers in the wind,
coetaneous reverberation of praise,
undulating with ancient grace -
freshening faces, flaring nostrils,
birthing, resurrecting.
Whispers in the wind
of wildness and winsomeness,
soothing and wicked.
words -
its living embodiment.
whispers in the wind
across deserts and oceans,
through the nations,
speaking to animals and trees,
from
Adam and Eve
to
Generation Alpha.
11/3/2022
Writing Challenge - Unburden a ''U'' Word
Sponsor: Constance La France
ubiquitous - existing or being everywhere at the same time : constantly encountered : WIDESPREAD
coetaneous - of the same antiquity
Generation Alpha - the current generation
darkness host flaunting loveliness
concealment expose wield power
encouraging walks manifest
6/23/2019
rewrite
You’re an enduring eclipse of quotidian winsomeness,
Existing in front of all others, compelling the aforesaid into your shadow:
My Beautiful One…
Surpassing their talent for beauty,
By allowing the world to witness your gift for it:
My Beautiful One…
Rejuvenating a word once relegated to becoming depthless,
Its affects near fleeting, Beautiful showed few signs of standing peerless as it once did,
Though within your presence, Beautiful is brought back to its quintessence, to its inception,
Shown the miracle it was conceived in, you’ve promoted its ordinance even over that of the beholder’s vision:
My Beautiful One…
In your arms, embosomed by you, Beautiful is free from its superficial cellar,
No longer just vernacular, the “B” word for pretty, or merely our lexicon’s adornment.
No, My Beautiful One…
In your face, Beautiful finally returns nature’s true reflection,
Your facial features burn incandescently and uncontrollably, fueled by a lifetime of beauty all in one place.
My Beautiful One anoints Beautiful with her grace, returning its virtue,
Granting it renewed potency…thought lost for always…
Written in Afghanistan -27 OCT 2013
To Anya
Always wondering what you would look like and who you would be
A piece of me, an extension of my own life
I found it
The meaning of life
Your neck, powerful yet delicate
I never want to let you go
Your smell, comforting and secure
Your innocent look at me, breaths life back into my day
Eyes that hide excitement and exploration
Perfect. In every way
Your warmth, your winsomeness
I can't wait for the next smile, the next reliant look
I'm there for you
Always
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