Monday, April 8, 2013

The Wind

The wind came up out of the north-northwest,
and knocked the living bejesus out of everything it met.

It made windows explode from their frames.
It ripped shingles off the houses and pitched them into people's cars.

Still and all,
the wind couldn't move my heart.

The one I love couldn't find the breath to speak my name,
so ask me what I exactly give a damn about.

The wind?

The wind is loud,
but it's empty.


TexWisGirl said...

the last line is awesome. sad but i really liked it. :)

Helen said...

... as are many loud people .. empty.

Mama Zen said...

This has a directness and simplicity to it that is beyond all but the best. You make it look easy.

hedgewitch said...

The wind is a spirit that can move the earth, but only that other spirit can move the heart. Agree w/MZ on the directness here. Works well.

HermanTurnip said...

Sounds *exactly* like some people I know. Great piece!

Poet Laundry said...

The wind is a hollow beast. I can hear it in this poem.

Sioux said...

You were most certainly NOT full of hot air when you wrote this...This poem left me breathless (she laughed over her lame jokes).

Really--dark and oh-so-true.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the way you turned the wind on its ear and put it in its rightful place.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

You made every word count. Love the closing lines.

Sara said...

I love how you write such a variety of poetry. You can write a complex poem with many twists and turns, but then stop and write a simple, few-words that say so much:~)

Shawna said...

Excellent. And so true.

This is my favorite:
"Still and all"

And then this:
"The one I love couldn't find the breath to speak my name"

Anonymous said...

damn! this is one of my new favorites, Sis!

fucking brilliant!