Poem - 28 March 2021, 16:50

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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The fish of the sea28 March 2021, 16:57

Violent Marion, interesting concept here, really clever how you have intertwined a sense of calm into this write! Enjoyed

Marion28 March 2021, 17:01

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

The fish of the sea28 March 2021, 17:06

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

Tony Owen28 March 2021, 17:24

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

Marion30 March 2021, 04:34

Thanks Tony appreciated x

Jim "The Lad" ....28 March 2021, 19:16

wow Marion! talk about imagery! I started looking for the basement I don't have!..............................................Jim

Marion30 March 2021, 04:35

Lol..thanks Jim 🤗

Jill Tait29 March 2021, 09:10

Wowsas lass u gotit!!! I abfab luvd thisun to the moon b back beyond ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️❤️💙❤️

Marion30 March 2021, 04:36

Thanks Jill 🤗🧡

Jill Tait30 March 2021, 05:02

❤️💕❤️just goin to get covid jab 🤣

al Bikaadi29 March 2021, 10:01

I can totally relate to that desire for a rigorous purgation. Kudos

Marion30 March 2021, 04:37

Thanks so much Al 🤗

Gwendoline30 March 2021, 07:40

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❤️

Marion02 April 2021, 05:13

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

Being Me30 March 2021, 15:46

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

Marion02 April 2021, 05:20

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

Being Me02 April 2021, 05:34

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