From here to there and everywhere,
on and on you go.
I hear you there, or is it there?
Your face, you’ll never show.
O’er sea and over mountain,
continent and plain,
in Africa and Asia . . .
The world is your domain.
Sometimes you get angry,
you howl and growl a lot.
You know it is quite silly—
I’ll not move from my spot.
But when you’re sweet, you’re lovely;
you caress my soul.
Your fingers full upon me,
you can take me whole.
And though I cannot touch you,
on wings you fly me high,
to places where I knew you,
under another sky.
…
Tip: Read aloud. ;)
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Is this about God?
(…maybe my English is bad…)
You know, I had a hard time coming up with a title for this one. It’s actually about the wind. But don’t feel bad! I’m sorry I wasn’t more clear. Poetry can be about whatever you want it to be. :)
Nice!
I like it.
Yay! I’m smiling. BIG. :)
Jessica, this really moved me! Each time I reread it I’m stirred inside; inspired to love more. Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you for liking it! I had my hesitations—still feel certain things don’t flow the way I want—but overall I’m happy with it.
I love the feeling of the wind of my face.
This is just beautiful! Completely made my morning and filled me with love. Thank you!
You are too sweet, Hillary! Thank you. I’m glad you liked it!
I wasn’t going to say the wind, but that does make sense. Beautifully written.
Now I’m curious about what you *were* going to say. ;) Thank you. That means a lot.
First impression, thoughts of a lover lost
I understand why you would have thought that. But, no… Don’t want to make myself look *too* pathetic. ;)
Enjoyed the poem. I thought it was about the wind, and knew for sure when it was howling and growling. The picture was the kicker. One of my favorite memories is from when I was a little boy, probably five or six, I used to lie beneath a bush when the sun was beating down and relish the wind on my back and the rustle of the leaves. My safe place. I always go back to it.
Your safe place sounds wonderful. I have memories like that, too…
Glad you were thinking wind. Was hoping I hadn’t led everyone astray! Thanks, as always, for sharing your thoughts!!!
That just took me on a wonderful journey…
I’m so glad!
i was thinking love, hahaha…
I can see why you would’ve thought that, Sam!
beautiful!
Thank you, Avani! Always wonderful to hear from you :)
:)
Wonderful -AB
You’re too kind, AB. Thank you.
The last line sounds so beautiful! All of it does though! xx
Thank you :) I liked the last line when I came up with it, too. This poem wasn’t as easy as some.
Made me feel nostalgic!!
I hope in a good way!
I couldn’t figure this one out, and I think I’m usually good at that sort of thing.
Still, I loved reading this poem! Absolutely brilliant! And not to sound ridiculous, but these words were fun to say. :)