The wind whips up more often as the temperature inversion takes hold. Today we will deal with the wind. There is much that is affected by the wind. Write on one of them.
MARIE’S BREATH OF FRESH AIR:
Autumn’s Abscission
Leaves heave themselves, as they,
Gutsy as this gusty day,
Beg the children come and play
Before autumn slips away.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
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WALT’S BAG-O-WIND:
THE APPROACHING WIND
The wind of change blows; it comes and goes,
and the life in its wake is subject to an upheaval.
The retrieval of all usurped is best left for when the winds die;
unsuccessful tries will be your score until winds are no more.
Ride out the storm, keep warm, with visions of better days ahead,
there’s nothing with which to concern yourself.
Your one charge is you. Your solitary existence. Yourself.
From the day you were born, you were always on the go.
Not sure where you were headed, but it was full steam ahead,
causing your ruckus; an unspoken upheaval
that gave you a hunger to achieve even more.
The retrieval of all usurped is best left for when the winds die.
On the day you that you die,
will people speak as highly of you, as you refused to do of yourself?
Or, will they shake their heads and lament your potential to do more?
Take your acclaim as you go,
and continue your expressive vent despite the expected upheaval.
Ride out the storm, keep yourself warm, with visions of better times ahead.
Express with your last breath; show you are more than a heart and a head.
Carry through with worded wisdom, stand and fight, or quietly die.
No one will blame you for the casualties of your upheaval,
in the end, your passion will make them better poets, in spite of yourself.
Leave them to embrace you, or to scratch their heads as they go.
Unsuccessful tries will be your score until the winds are no more.
And if you just happen to leave them wanting more,
then get out of bed, because once again, it is full steam ahead.
The direction in which the wind blows determines how we will go,
for life is to be savored, despite its labor, until we die.
Don’t live in delusion, you need them as much as you deny yourself.
Everything in its wake is subject to an upheaval.
So, take up your armor daily, determined to up heave all
that tries to force your hand. Take a stand. Give them more!
You’ll find the confidence that has eluded. Treat yourself
to the accolades of which you are most deserving, and ahead
of all else, ride out life’s windstorm until the day you die.
The wind of change blows; it will surely come and go.
And as the prevailing winds go, the only obstacle to their upheaval
dies in the face of a strong will and words of a more direct nature.
It could leave you short of breath. Nothing with which to concern yourself.
© Walter J Wojtanik, 2018
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