Free as the Wind

 

I used to dream of being free

free as only the wind can be.

 

Free to glide wherever he will.

No responsibilities keep him pinned,

no prison holds him still.

 

Free to strip the leaves from trees,

to chase the clouds across the skies;

to be a gale or a breeze

that brushes passer-bys.

 

And yet, if nothing holds the wind,

does no-one hug him when he cries,

As my mother would hug me?

Does no-one truly love that breeze,

enough to hold him still?

 

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on your Second Place Win. Great Job!

[Frances O'Neill]

This is a really nice sonnet. I love poems about the wind, as they seem so capricious and venting to the spirit!

[Jimmy Greenie]

That's really nice. You like talking about freedom, and how no one really wants it, don't you?

[EmpressPoetess]

Awww, now this is a charming, warm and heartfelt write! Great flow! Really enjoyed!

[Poeticpiers]

Beautifull in conception and delivery Gold star stuff

[Helena]

Very well penned. I loved the whole concept of this exceptional
write. Thank you for submitting this to Ivor's contest! ~ Helena