Wind Just Isn’t Strong Enough
to stop the flight
of clouds and gulls,
to stop a caterpillar
from inching along a leaf,
and it will never stop
a chick from hatching, or
seeds from sprouting, or
stop a stream from running.
But wind is a bear,
a wily body.
Photo by Eunice Stahl on Unsplash. Written to dVerse Poets prompt, Quadrille including the word seed, 44 words sans title. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
It's Still Life 
29 responses to “From Gulls to Leaf and Hatching”
Beautifully weaved and powerful. I enjoyed reading it!
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An intelligent piece of well crafted observation.
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Good afternoon. And thank you.
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So fascinating to see your take on the wind as something deceitful and ominous. Your poem reminds me of a stormy day in Wellington, New Zealand, where I too saw the wind as my enemy, drenching me in rain. And yet, your poem also beautifully captures how we can take what seems to be intent on destroying us and harness it for our good. After all, the clouds and gulls find their flight in the wind and maybe even the stream its running. So much packed in your poem. Love it.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comments. Here in SE England, we’re being battered by gales but the seagulls are having fun gliding about.
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Seems like we are enjoying similar weather today. I live close to the coast in the Netherlands and we too are being battered by gales.
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Odd weather for May. Seems more like March.
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Wonderful Quadrille Eunice, well written!
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Oh my gosh! Eunice was new grandmother’s name.
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Misky, this is wonderful! I love your observations. Obvious, yet something I never considered because the wind can be so powerful. Your words and creativity made me smile. 💕
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I’m delighted. Thanks
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Lovely imagery in those poem–so well-crafted. I like thinking all those things can go on, even with the bear of the wind.
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Thanks, and thanks for quadrille.
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You’re welcome. That should be well-crafted, of course. 🤣
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Fixed.
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I love this, Misky: no matter how strong the wind, life breaks through and good things still happen!
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Thanks, Ingrid.
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A wily body, indeed. Especially when it wraps around you.
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Thanks for reading it, Ken.
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There is a poem by Swedish Poet Hjalmar Gullberg called the kissing wind… your poem reminded me of that.
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I’ll have to look it up and read it.
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I just found a link to it on your blog.
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You blew my socks off with this one, Misky! This is simply outstanding! 💝💝
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Thank you so much!
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A great image, to which those words, particularly the last lines, do great justice
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Thank you, Graham.
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Don’t know how i missed this wonderful, windy work, Misky. i think I’m stuck in Slo-Mo after NaPo…
Quadrilliffic!
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April was a bit taxing…
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Wonderful writing, Misk.
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