Monday, October 8, 2012

Wayward Wind

asks us to use the Rossetti words
'Who has seen the wind?'


Who has seen the wind? No-one at all, I guess.
We just see the aftermath when it makes a mess.
We see the leaves on the garden path, more of them each day!
If the wind can blow them there, why can't it blow them away?
We see the washing on the washing-line tying itself in knots;
We see the seedlings lying there, with dirt out of the pots.
We hear wind whistling through the cracks and making an eerie sound;
We see the toffee papers fluttering along the ground.
Sometimes we see the dire results of a wild unruly storm
When the wind decides to 'show' itself in a truly violent form.
We see the buildings ruined, and we see the mighty trees
Falling on the passing cars and causing fatalities.
Who has seen the wind? No-one at all, I guess.
We just see the aftermath when it makes a mess.


We speed along the highway known as life,
We're all agleam with chrome and steel and leather.
The wind along the way cuts like a knife
But we're inside protected from the weather.
The music blocks out all the painful thoughts;
The scenery beguiles us as we're travelling.
We have no reason to feel out of sorts;
We do not guess that life itself's unravelling.
Rejoicing in our youth and health we go;
The wheels spin underneath us, reassuring;
Light-hearted jokes spill from our radio;
The essence of ourselves  seems so enduring!
Then come the worn-out brakes, the creeping rust.
All lovely journeys end......because they must.


Sayantini said...

Vividly descriptive. Very well done!

Sayantini Bhattacharya
another part of me

Cheryl said...

Very clever poem. I like the photograph as well.

Maude Lynn said...

Beautifully done!

Karen said...

I really enjoyed these two very different poems.Great use of detail and rhyme in the first. The sonnet, though, reslly go to me with that final couplet.

my heart's love songs said...

wonderful writes!

Laura said...

Love your wind poem...I was video taping "the wind" just the other day as expressed through leaves dappled in sunlight...rippling like the lake they danced beside.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Clever write! And what a great metaphor!

Jinksy said...

The wind certainly has a noticeable signature it leaves behind...

Poetry Chick said...

Cute, playful and just perfect ... I love the Wayward Wind.

Margaret said...

I always enjoy your poems with their cleverness and rhyme.

Kay L. Davies said...

Brenda, there's no doubt in my mind you are the queen of poets. I'm sure you live and breathe in rhyme, rhythm, and music. Wonderful of you to share your talent with us.
Luv, K

Myrna R. said...

I always enjoy your poems so much, and these are no exceptions. You are so clever. I like these both, but perhaps because I'm experiencing more of those inner rusty brakes, I especially like the second one.