The Wind

The Wind

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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Can anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale or what direction it be from when finally we set our sail

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When I was young through beauties gaze

winds blew by me as if to sing

Their songs of love to me were praise

that lifted me upon their wing

 

Rich did the spoils of time unroll

an empire's trophies I would raise

And write my name across life's scroll

to earn the laurels of friend's praise

 

Can anyone know what will come

when the wind blows us cold and gale

Or what direction it be from

when finally we set our sail

 

But now those days are tempered dear

time's winds no longer sing for me

For now the quiet hush I hear

makes life's truth so easy to see

 






© 2017 Tate Morgan



Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Time has a way of answering our questions if we listen.

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I don't really understand what God's plan is in this regard, that our abilites and even our destinies seem to remain hidden from us in large measure (if not totally) until we are old, and, looking back, mutter, "Oh, yeah, there's where I shoulda..." I hear in this verse a certain degree of that wistfulness, that regret, and as might be apparent, I can identify with those sentiments completely. May I add here that your ability to render deep and complex thoughts in perfectly crafted rhyme and meter is such a rare ability here, and I commend you highly; it is what, in my not-at-all-humble opinion, changes a mere philosophical ramble into a poem.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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I was only now wondering what it will be like when I finally leave a job, not a career, that holds no joy for me only a score of minor wearinesses day by day. But that is the case for millions. How will it be when we sail away into other states? We don't know. The dull weariness may turn out to be a golden age which we just don't appreciate. Life!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Very interesting philosophy and a beautifully composed piece, very melodious almost floating upon the winds itself.

A.E.

Posted 7 Years Ago


The winds speak and sing in the most profound ways.. yet true.. what they say changes as we grow.. mature.. listen with a different mind and heart.. And eventually we find peace in that hush. So beautifully spoken, my friend.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Enjoyed the creativity of this piece. If only we could reach up and grab our answers from the wind, life would be simple. Kudos on the write!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Time answers questions and we are sometime so impatient that we scold others or God or ourselves for all our doubts and queries.... very nice poem and well written..

Posted 7 Years Ago


Not much of a Dylan fan...... I think its because he sings through his nose......smiles
He is a great writer don't get me wrong because I have read lots of his lyrics, I like your poem much better Tate.And Dylan was right the answer my friend is blowing in the wind.

Great poem thanks for sharing.

Kelley

Posted 7 Years Ago


Although the metaphor of a ship at sea is often used for our wandering lives, you make good use of that in this poem. Sage words found here, nicely written...

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So true .. :-)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is beautifully written and I love the Bob Dylan song you post on here, it brings the poem out.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice, simple and straight-forward use of the universal theme of time.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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