poetry and prose
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
Beautifully weaved and powerful. I enjoyed reading it!
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An intelligent piece of well crafted observation.
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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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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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A wily body, indeed. Especially when it wraps around you.
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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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Thank you, Graham.
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April was a bit taxing…
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Wonderful writing, Misk.
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