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The Wind Still Blows


Author: Malcolm Bishop
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This was a journal at first, but a friend suggested I post it. To the people of the hurricane and all those who suffer within this world.


The Wind Still Blows



The wind still blows within their souls,
Hearts beat for those not by their side.
Water recedes, replaced by as many tears,
From this sorrow not one may hide.

The wind still blows within their minds,
Cheeks wet with salty rain.
What once was may never be,
Just blood, sweat, and pain.

The wind still blows within their eyes,
Spirits crumble, far too much to cope.
Hands reach out for one another,
Within our humanity, rests our hope.




Submitted on 2005-09-09 14:18:52     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  This is beautiful
Ireally liked the way you write this
It speaks of something I try to do every day and thats reach out to my fellow man and let him know someone does care
You did a fantastic job on this
Im adding it to my favorites
Ron
| Posted on 2005-11-19 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
  This is a very nice poem. Your first stanza is excellent and filled with sad reality. These people endured such an awful force of nature and the losses they suffered were immense. So many people lost their lives and my heart goes out to the survivors, losing their homes and their loved ones and were powerless to do anything to prevent it. This is a very heartfelt and sincere poem. Very nicely written. Take care.

Lorna
| Posted on 2005-11-12 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ]
  This is a very nice write

I am glad that you can see the hardships and loses that came from Katrina. You have penned this very well.

Yes, Katrina was a devistating event that left to many people in ruin.
There are to many questions as to why they were devestated so badly in this day and age.

This stanza should ask each one of us a question.

The wind still blows within their eyes,
Spirits crumble, far too much to cope.
Hands reach out for one another,
Within our humanity, rests our hope.

The question being; Will we be there for our brothers and sisters when the time is needed?

Ther was to much politics and finger pointing over this. We should have just saved all that time and energy that was used pointing fingers and instead used it to help our people during their time of great need.

I know it sounds like I am preaching but it is an outrage that politics can create so many road blocks.

Again this is very nice write.

Respect and Admiration

Clyde
| Posted on 2005-11-12 00:00:00 | by Wisdom Seeker | [ Reply to This ]
  A beautiful and well written poem Malcolm. The soul grieving lost in the storm of unfulfillment, of one lost, but yet finds comfort with another. Just guessing...
| Posted on 2005-11-01 00:00:00 | by AlabamaFarmGirl | [ Reply to This ]
  I really enjoyed this piece...
You captured my attention with all the expression and feeling in this poem..
Keep up the good work and I hope to read more..
Take care
| Posted on 2005-09-09 00:00:00 | by peaches | [ Reply to This ]
  I really do think this is a beautiful poem Malcolm.. in regards to those who have been caught in the storm. Loved ones lost, yet those who survive still feel the wind in their souls and in their minds.. and life continues.. as painful as it may be at times. There are those who still reach out with helping hand.. and in our humanity rests our hope.
A very nice write.
~Sandra
| Posted on 2005-09-09 00:00:00 | by Intricate1 | [ Reply to This ]
  Although filled with sadness this piece is also very beautiful and gives hope from the way it is written and the way that it ends...it gives me almost an eerie feeling at the start but a beautiful one if that makes any sense...it almost sounds like the wind blowing and i could imagine it almost in a whispered hush...very nice.. :)
| Posted on 2005-09-09 00:00:00 | by stormyskies | [ Reply to This ]


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