Wind

A poem

Hi all

This is a free verse poem in a series of 5, based on the elements. In some, the elements are used as metaphors of life experiences, but in all you will see strong word play to emphasise energy of the element.

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Invisible hands sculpt the landscape,
Fingers of air carving canyons in our certainties.
Trees bend and bow, leaves surrender
to the relentless caress of the breeze.
Whispers become howls, secrets torn from lips
and scattered like seeds across barren fields,
promises and lies alike carried on the wind.

We lean into the gale, our bodies bent
by the weight of unseen forces,
struggling to stand upright in a tilting world.
The wind whispers ancient stories,
tales of distant lands and forgotten peoples,
its voice a weft of time and space.

Dust devils dance on the horizon,
spinning tales of drought and desperation.
The wind carries the scent of change,
a premonition of storms yet to come.
We brace ourselves against the onslaught,
our clothes flapping like surrender flags,
yet we refuse to yield to the tempest.

In the eye of the storm, a moment of calm,
a breath held between gusts.
We find ourselves transformed,
weathered and worn, yet resilient,
shaped by the very forces that sought to break us.
The wind, both destroyer and creator,
leaves us forever altered in its wake.