wind
I let the wind of all my thoughts
plant fresh seeds in flower pots;
it's poetry that calls these shots.
To catch the wind within my hand
to try and try to understand,
and to explore this foreign land.
It's poetry that moves my soul
for poetry makes me feel whole
yes poetry, has filled that hole.
There was a hole inside of me
before I found that I could be
caught in the wind of poetry.
I feel fulfilled and yes complete
by words both meaningful and sweet;
for poetry's my drink and meat,
This is why sweet poetry
matters most of all, you see,
to catch that wind inside of me.
For what a sadder world it'd be
if there were no poetry.
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written for Dennie's private Challenge 'to catch the wind'
By blind poet
© 2008 blind poet
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