windy

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 …

24 comments

  1. “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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  2. 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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