May 8, 2012

Laughter of The Wind

Bernice L. McFadden's novel, The Warmest December, inspired my thoughts here.

come here
go there
listen to the wind
the voice laughs in my face

full blown strength gutting my image
stripping, smearing me the length of the field
no flowers, just spikes sticking out of the ground

you wait for me to appear
you whisper to me sweetly
you soak me up like a sponge
I’m lost to your voice completely

brace yourself, the wind tells me
as I careen around the edges of my fate
laugh, wind, go ahead and laugh!
your thorny nettles settle deep within my skin

quietly I wait
for a tender sound
you pick me up
to throw me down

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