You whisper to me on the swirling wind
On the breeze, on the balmy breath of the day
Sweet words float around me
In fragments and puffs
But I cannot capture them
To hold them close
Elusively dancing on the edge of the tangible
Archive for Wind
Word Breath by Toni Cross
Posted in Poetry with tags 2012, poem, poems, Poetry, postaweek2012, Wind, Words, Writing on March 19, 2012 by goatgirlbookwormcrows in winter… by Toni Cross
Posted in Poetry with tags art, Arts, Cold, Contemplative poetry, creative writing, Crows, free verse poems, free verse poetry, Freestyle Poems, Life, Poetry, Poetry Styles, post a week wordpress, postaweek, postaweek2011, Random, Sock, Styles of Poetry, Wind, winter, Wool, Writing on August 3, 2011 by goatgirlbookworm
raspy cawing voice of crows
calling to their ancient foes
of snow and ice and wind that blows
bitter steely sound grows and grows
nipping through wool socks to toes
moon~dawn~wind, by Toni L.A. Cross
Posted in Poetry with tags art, Contemplative poetry, Dawn, free verse poems, free verse poetry, Freestyle Poems, Moon, Morning, Poetry Styles, post a week wordpress, postaweek, postaweek2011, Random, Styles of Poetry, Wind, Writing on March 10, 2011 by goatgirlbookwormmoon
blushing her adieu and
fading with girlish demure
dawn
lifting her hooded eyes
above the rolling green
wind
the breath of a new day
sighing across the meadow
A Shirt’s Memoir by Toni Cross
Posted in Poetry with tags Air dry, Airdry, art, Challenges, Charles Martin, Clothes, Clothesline, Clotheslines, Contemplative poetry, creative writing, free verse poems, free verse poetry, Freestyle Poems, Funny, Humor, Life, Misc, Photo challenge, Photography, photos, poem, poems, Poems and photos, Poetry, Poetry Challenge, Poetry Styles, Random, short story, silly poems, Styles of Poetry, Travel, Wind, Writing on August 26, 2010 by goatgirlbookwormI’m stuck up here, just flapping here- anchored to this line. It’s sunny bright, with windy light- and I feel just fine. My mood is right, at this desert sight- asymmetrical design. A pretty plight, shaken, taut, tight- haunting wind wisp whine. It’s sunny bright, with windy light- and I feel just fine. A change in weather, sand blasted together- a wish for peace is mine A pretty plight, shaken, taut, tight- haunting wind wisp whine. Starched and bleached straight, long time to wait- tethered to this line Drop a side down, hanging off now- flimsy grip abate Pulling hands grab, falling free space- lost my rope-mate Slapped and rolled, stuffed in a backpack- sho’ is some date Bump and a scuff, dumped out again- what’s with this fabric hate? Pulling hands grab, tugging past flab- can you relate? Long day goes on, sweat, rub, dirty grub- my stains match the tin plate Bump and a scuff, dumped down again- what’s with this fabric hate? Scrub and rinse, drench, splat repeat- start again with the wait Pulling hands grab, falling free space- lost my rope-mate My mood is right, at this desert sight- asymmetrical design. Bump and a scuff, dumped out again- what’s with this fabric hate? I’m stuck up here, just flapping here- anchored to this line.And the photo/poetry duel continues! Check out Charles at: www.slpmartin.wordpress.comPhoto Challenge From Charles Martin
Skirts and Wind: The Mortal Enemies
Posted in Poetry with tags art, Contemplative poetry, free verse poems, free verse poetry, Freestyle Poems, Funny, Humor, Life, Misc, poem, poems, Poetry, Poetry Styles, Random, silly poems, Skirts, Styles of Poetry, Wind, Windy Days, women, Writing on May 3, 2010 by goatgirlbookwormsleek and slim
the skirt did drape
til wind in caprice
did puff
and then the two
began to struggle
a duel of wills
a battle to the death
the wind tugged
and tumbled
the skirt it swirled
and whirled away
the two first waltzed
and then they tangoed
and then they decided
that they must fly
til one was up
and the other was down
they were in a deadlock
neither would relent
so they formed a truce
against the girl.
