The wind caresses my hair,
Whispered words for us to share
Skin blushes, lips part and then,
‘Contentment does not depend,
On the whims and wills of men’
I think, ‘Time is better spent
With none but the wind and you-
And to thine own self be true.
They will say that using quotes
Is lazy as fuck, and they’ll gloat
With eyes flashing with glee
At my unoriginality
There! I’ve broken the meter
And the rhyme scheme's going too
What a pitiful poem
This is turning out to be.
What happened to the subject?
The girl sat all on her own
The personification
Of wind her sole company?
She had disappeared now
Though her body still remains
Going about its business,
Her essence isn’t the same.
YOU ARE READING
The Wind
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories and writings. Well, essentially just poems at the moment. Variety of influences I will always be willing to disclose for specific poems. Some are darker than others (see tags for possible triggers). Please commen...
