Meadows of gold.
Patches of silver.
Oceans of shimmering blades.
The sun strikes.
The wind whips.
Creating fields of metallic waves.
Forces propelling the motions:
Billowing, bending, bowing, and dancing.
Gratifying, inspiring, and enhancing,
The human eye.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
The Wind
Today I heard the wind whistle in my ears.
As I walked through a narrow brick passage,
the wind pucked its lips and blew downwards
as if trying to make music with an empty glass bottle.
And in its attempts, it was successful
because I heard that same, familiar, low pitched tone
that is sung from lips on empty glass bottles and narrow brick passages.
As I walked through a narrow brick passage,
the wind pucked its lips and blew downwards
as if trying to make music with an empty glass bottle.
And in its attempts, it was successful
because I heard that same, familiar, low pitched tone
that is sung from lips on empty glass bottles and narrow brick passages.
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