Flurries and Flutters

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 29, 2019

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There's an odd calmness in the wind, 

The kind that brushes past your skin

With little to no impact, 

Akin to a fleeting tourist on a yacht.

 

Somewhere else the wind's blissfully halcyon, 

Gently swaying tall trees and their folioles.

It recites an old folklore

To those who take note. 

 

The same wind weighs heavy elsewhere,

Its weight pulping all the senses of the aware.

Roaring and thunderous,

Its yowl is the sole sound that reaches terrified ears. 

 

The wind is multi-faceted.

Its form, to some pleasant, to others distorted.

A welcoming embrace here 

And an opaque cloak there.

 

The wind is after all a reflection of a person,

The state of one's mind as clocks turn. 

It can be the cool that permeates you on the shore

Or a moribund presence till it's no more.


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