the wind is wild
and like any anger
it’s not a pretty sight
streaks of dry sand
pelt the ankles
like sharp shards
streaks of clouds
blast across the sky
with no set destination
white caps scud
atop the waves
adding emphasis
feels like a lashing
a real cleansing
of pent up emotions
intense motion
contradicting the still
a release of all ill …
aroused 
Kate, these verses take me to America’s dust bowl era in the 1930s when wind and dust challenged man’s very existence on the Great Plains.
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ah it’s something we know well in our outback with dust storms and willy willies – mini-tornedos, thanks RIchard
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Ooh! The clouds whipped like heavy cream and pushed around by the whims of the wind! Sometimes I feel like that and other times I’m carried aloft and gently rocked….
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yes life is like that … glad you know both experiences Val 🙂
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This feels such a real experience beautifully painted in words – so much is mimicked in the outer world and in our inner world. I loved reading the conclusion.
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“streaks of dry sand pelt the ankles like sharp shards
streaks of clouds blast across the sky…….”
I listened the sounds of those verses . It is a true music . We hear the wild wind hurling .
I think many things could be said about your beautiful poem, Kate.
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really appreciate your kind words, thanks Michel!
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The words say what I felt, Kate. ❤
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GREAT poem, SweetKate!!!
You’ve captured the wind in all of it’s glory! It has an affect on everything it touches…from a slight breeze to a hurricane, and every speed in between.
Sometimes, related to happenings in our lives, and emotions, we feel the “wind” in our bodies, hearts, and minds, too.
(((HUGS))) ❤ 🙂
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mastering internal wind energy is a major part of meditation Carolyn … tramping in nature’s wild rebuke is most uplifting!
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Wonderful poem…I love how you put this together…the pent up emotion! Excellent!!!
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much appreciated Linda!
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Stunning and mesmerizing. Btw, congrats for the release of your poetry book:)
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not out yet, soon … thanks 🙂
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An amazing capture of the wind that is so wild with angry clouds. Nice poem, Kate.
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I can feel it, both inside and out. (K l
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Sometimes a storm mirrors the emotions like that!
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A good one Kate. This reminds me of my bumpy plane ride.
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lol small planes can be tossed about in turbulence …
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Oh, I’m feeling this one big time Kate, on all fronts. Fabulous depiction. The wind is ever present at Kalbarri.
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You’ve captured that perfectly Kate. I’m sitting on the beach at Carnarvon, the storm is bearing down on me
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Just when I saw your post I was listening to Bowie’s Wild is the Wind.
Works very well as the soundtrack to your post.
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It is indeed a fitting and fascinating song … thanks for the reminder!
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Wow! This is good Kate. Great presentation of the scene.
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