The wind that blows
poem by:
Gerry Legister
Written
on Jul 16, 2016
When the wind blow and chaos are done, All doubts, ill at ease grow in the night, And when will its strength be gone? To finally let silence embed the night. Through the trees and over the mountains The sounds of the wind will come to an end. Maybe bring a tremor by shaking leaves, When silence, at last, replace the wind. The peace Godsend means everything, To have on Earth that kind of solitude, In ourselves no matter what is happening With justice of deeds to find good. Patience of serenity is kind and sweet In our spirit, we have been there, So I will look once more before I speak. About where I am going to be next year. If we hope, some wind brings better days Yours and mine, be refine in heart and soul, Love is missing before we went our ways, The world is worse now and out of control.
Tags: metaphor, hope, imagery,
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Cecilia Crasto commented:
The world is in chaos and all we can do is pray, good poem.
Lewis Smith
commented:
You did I good job describing the wind I think of it in similar ways
commented:
Very nice poem; leaves the reader with a sense of serenity in the midst of uncontrolled chaos.
A previous user
commented:
Maybe bring a tremor of shaking leaves and the line after that underneath Great work together so well love it''
Lakiesha Cole
commented:
Very hopeful poem. It makes you think about how the world is today.
Maria Williams
commented:
Great poem
Christopher Russon
commented on Jul 10, 2018 at 9:06pm
Excelent description of the wind of modern times.
