Poem -
WIND SONG
When I shall die, I would ask
the wind take me
To whip up my hair in raging
tangles
To tear out my eyes and roar
out my name
Absorb me to violence on
hurricane plains
Let it tear off my limbs, crush
up my heart, flay off my skin
Blast all essence apart
Let it... annihilate me
Obliterate me
Shake the atoms from my very
core
Propel them to fury
Propel them to rage, let it
vanish me there and
Leave not a trace
Let it screech with me, howl at
me
Toss me to anger in tornado
reams
Let it rip me to pieces
Let it purify me
That I shall be only clean air
In a wind's singing scream
M P 29/3/21
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Violent Marion, interesting concept here, really clever how you have intertwined a sense of calm into this write! Enjoyed
Hi Max...just thought it would be cheaper than a funeral 😃 Seriously...does it read as calm? It's difficult to assess your own stuff isn't it. The wind is raging here...it inspired me thanks love x
I read it back, and yes, your intent comes out perfect, maybe it's me that's in a calm mood lol! Or perhaps I have read too many of your abstract yet beautifully delivered poems. Woops! XD, it came out great
Hi Marion! Hope you are well. Wow! Battening down the hatches after reading this! Do you really need to be blasted by the wind in this manner to cleanse and purify your soul? What have you been doing dear friend? :) Well, I can tell you I probably need a good blasting too! :) Great write! Strong and tempestuous stuff. We are all at the mercy of the elements at times. xx
Thanks Tony appreciated x
wow Marion! talk about imagery! I started looking for the basement I don't have!..............................................Jim
Lol..thanks Jim 🤗
Wowsas lass u gotit!!! I abfab luvd thisun to the moon b back beyond ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️❤️💙❤️
Thanks Jill 🤗🧡
❤️💕❤️just goin to get covid jab 🤣
I can totally relate to that desire for a rigorous purgation. Kudos
Thanks so much Al 🤗
Marion this was a vigorous read. I wonder if by being torn to pieces you would get one last chance to feel? Especially in a person who might feel spent. I could relate to this. Very good write x❤️
Hi Gwen... Yes probably...one last chance before total obliteration. Feelings are draining and exhausting...to be carried along by a greater force would be nice for a change...thanks love X
Oh I HAD to pin this. This poem screams a massive "fuck off" to the universe and everything in it. "Let it rip" so to speak. "Give 'em hell". This is a rage. This is an answer (kind of) to that poem which says ," rage, rage against the dying of the day" because you won't go gently into that good night! And I don't blame you ⚘x
I'm really glad you.like it Tina...I value your opinion. Was looking at your books the other day...I will be getting them when my head come back...thankyou X
I do love this poem, Marion, your wonderful poetic voice screams it out through the words.
I only have the one book out at the moment... but there is another author called Christina Jay on Amazon which is why I changed mine to just Christina J. My book (The Garrow King) is still under Christina Jay, but the others will be Christina J. Working hard at getting more out...lol. 🙈 xx