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She always loved the wind;
she said it spoke to her
with wisdom borne of ancient times
and happenings on Earth.
They seemed like a happy pair,
the carefree wind and she;
it lifted her auburn hair
as she walked along the sea.
The raucous cry of Gulls,
and the noises of the sea,
orchestrated her daily walks
along the Gulfshore lea.
Ancient lore has rumors that
restless spirits walk the wind
those that hear its ancient voice
spend eternity therein.
He would walk with her at times
along the windswept shore
they'd walk together, holding hands
in a place they both adored.
The wind is an endless force
without starting point or end;
we mortals have a shorter span
of life here in this land.
And when her time here was at end
He loosed her ash at sea
where she'd be borne upon the wind
for all eternity.
And now his days and nights are long,
his loneliness has no end;
but He finds comfort in the sound
of his mistress in the wind.
| You never fail to take me away to beautiful poetry through your words and poetic phrases, truly amazing and entertaining :)||| Posted on 2011-09-29 00:00:00 | by metallichick786 | [ Reply to This ] || Hi Ron. I just read your poem, " Mistress To The Wind ". What a beautiful but sad love story. I love the way you wrote it. The whole wind thing and she not really leaving him. He only need to listen to the wind to find her.. Beautiful, sad and well written.. You are a talented poet.. Thank you for sharing this one... Desi||| Posted on 2011-08-02 00:00:00 | by Desi | [ Reply to This ] || What a sweet , gentle sentiment. To follow the wind can lead anywhere to the future, or it may carry a word from the past. |
Beautiful Ron, well done.
|| Posted on 2011-07-01 00:00:00 | by DUSTYTU | [ Reply to This ] || i think that this is an excellent write. both sensitive, sensual, and succinct. it has great rhythm that is quite waft like and directs the reader to the desired end.|
it almost gives me the sense of an exploration. like the mistress and the wind are one. and the cowboy yearns to be joined with both. its bestial, almost savage in a way. yet, there is this sadness as well. like two sides of a coin.
great write, Ron! i really enjoyed it.
|| Posted on 2011-06-14 00:00:00 | by rev.jpfadeproof | [ Reply to This ] || This is truly a sensitive and emotive piece of work. I wander, like a ghost from time to time throughout this site--and for the first time in a year or more---felt I had found my way home. I know that this is not very constructive--but I also know that it is important to acknowledge work that touches another's heart--or soul or both--Thank you for this Ron---I just might "wake up" from my sleeping beauty sleep and visit here again. |
|| Posted on 2011-06-09 00:00:00 | by Silverdog | [ Reply to This ] || Ah, the call of the restless wind is an irresistable call... a haunting and most romantical poem, full of wonderful and poignant saddness... this is great stuff, indeed, Ron!! Love it!!||| Posted on 2011-06-02 00:00:00 | by Algol46 | [ Reply to This ] || Ah, the call of the restless wind is an irresistable call... a haunting and most romantical poem, full of wonderful and poignant saddness... this is great stuff, indeed, Ron!! Love it!!||| Posted on 2011-06-02 00:00:00 | by Algol46 | [ Reply to This ] || Happy day Ron!|
This was such a stunning visual and the words blew like the breeze.
You could see every step and hear the wind ~*~
Awesome, as always! Glad I stopped back by!
Have a great day and Memorial Day with Sunny Smiles to Share ;-)
|| Posted on 2011-05-29 00:00:00 | by Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] || beautiful piece Ron...|
yes the wind has seen so much, felt so much, pushed so much...
cried for loved ones as have we...
i often look at the sun and think about what it has seen in all its years..or the moon or even if clouds replicate...and some of the same ones hover over from when i was a kid...
those we lose are like voices in the wind...and that can be soothing...as the breeze brings in memories of them..
she is a constant, the mistress we can always turn to..
really like this...
|| Posted on 2011-04-19 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || Flowing like water, this piece moved down the screen, |
to the bitter sweet ending, of a lovers dream.
very good Ron, thanks for sharing.
|| Posted on 2011-04-14 00:00:00 | by DUSTYTU | [ Reply to This ] || Up to your usual standard Ron. This was a real joy to read, and your talent shines through once again......|
|| Posted on 2011-04-14 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ] || Another Beautiful Piece...|
And the timeline of love given within it? Scripted perfectly.
I felt that perhaps the last stanza was a bit too melancholic, but probably because that's death for you...
|| Posted on 2011-04-14 00:00:00 | by Carosuel | [ Reply to This ] || oh irremediable, inescapable fact of death!|
on the other side is the mind of man, heart of lover who believes in unceasing exploration.... who can still hear her voice in the wind. this way he has both countered and won over the might of death.. the connection is still unbroken.
I felt the consciousness that worked behind these lines and can say this poem is invaluable.
|| Posted on 2011-04-10 00:00:00 | by ShiveringFire | [ Reply to This ] || this has a nice rythmatic flow to it, it apeals to ones imagination. i enjoyed the descriptions and beat. very catchy and original. good job|
|| Posted on 2011-04-07 00:00:00 | by chiatealover | [ Reply to This ] |