He is...(the wind)

~ a scribble ~

 

 

 

 

I feel his vibration

                                 drifting…

 

as careless as an ocean wave

as carefree as the seabirds song

that flies with him

 

teasing my hair

tickling my cheek

 

warmed with the fever of a sunny day

soft on my skin

               coaxing a smile

                                                 surrounding me

 

he is gentle

 

I reach for him

longing to hold him close

                                                 but he is inscrutable

 

I throw out my arms blindly

twirling aimlessly

                                                 I miss him

 

he rises above me

and he is fierce as he turns cold

a storm stirring the sky

                                         stinging my eyes

racing through my soul

 

 he is swift

 

I try to out run him

                                          but I decline

my legs are heavy

and my heart is  weak

 

he is strong

 

I surrender

for I am only flesh and blood

                                a woman

 

                                                and he is the wind

 

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I actually had goosebumps by the time I got to the end of this, I'm running out of adjectives for your gorgeous poetry MsJewel's....romantically teasing, I think this is thus far my favorite, perhaps it's the ocean or the wind, or just the sublime feeling I'm left with, exquisitely divine. :)

[MsJewel]

I'm so glad you enjoyed this one Frieda. Thank you for your kind words :) Julie

[Baby Ricochet]

I gotta admit I've never quite felt that way about the wind. I guess that's why you write romantic poems and I write whatever the hell it is I write.

[MsJewel]

Thank you BR :) Julie

[onceloved]

Another very well penned one you definitely have a very beautiful gift for writing very beautiful heartfelt poetry in the ways you only know how too. :)

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your lovely comment and compliment. :) Julie

[Sharon Kim]

I love how you have set up your words-they are elusive just like the wind. It can be felt and experienced, but not held. Beautifully done!

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your kind words :) Julie

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Don't we all have that one person that is bad for our heart but we still cannot resist giving it to them. Another beautifully penned poem.

[MsJewel]

Thank you sweet cowboy :) Julie

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are welcome Julie… I hope all is well with you.

[Sophy Freebirds]

"He rises above me as he turns cold"- this lines very clearly convey that.. o yes - he is the untamed,unpredictable wild wind.. quite of the reach of a woman... And your feelings of his being sweet as he tickles your skin and blows your hair are in stark contrast to his violent stormy trait.. I liked this poem cause its raining out here and i can feel the gust of wind.. :)Beautiful write amiga..

~Sophy

[MsJewel]

I'm thrilled you enjoyed my poem Sophy. Thank you :) Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my kind friend.

[Sophy Freebirds]

Awww..it was a pleasure amiga ;)

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. To be like the wind. No control and free. I enjoyed the poem. Allowed the reader to feel the joy of falling in the wind without fear. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[MsJewel]

Thank you :) Julie

[MAC]

absolutely stunning.....not a hitch in this, flows on an upward slope gaining momentum with each word, each word not line that is how powerful and expertly this is written

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your lovely comment Mark. I consider it a great compliment coming from someone I admire so very much. I'm looking forward to catching up on your lovely poetry. :) Julie