A Poem by Wolfwind Poetry and Art

A yawn in time is a yearn for something else

Like the winter that keeps blossoming in white

Or the pond that never drains, filled with fronds

It’s a lament that is too far beyond my sight.


Trying as the music plays, the days stretch

The clocks click the medley, drummers that beat

More a headache, than the tempo might need.

Gravity and perhaps resistance becomes a feat.


Perchance, just once, in a million far flung horizons

One flower might grow a bit brighter, sooner, nearby.

A flavor or a scent would be forever meaningful.

If now, it would be the moment of a perfect lullaby.


Maybe in the frothing of this new spring burst

The sun could grant this silly request of mine

For to be wrapped in sweet fresh vines, surely

Would grant me the strength for another line.

© 2016 Wolfwind Poetry and Art

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I feel very at home with this piece and with that comes admiration. This is very well done in that it flows on but not over and the diction is very well penned. Bravo I truly enjoyed this work!

Posted 2 Years Ago

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breathtaking - a celebratory and pensive write on nature and longing - something to take with you for the rest of your life


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Wolfwind Poetry and Art

2 Years Ago

Thanks for stopping by to view my ink. I appreciate it.

2 Years Ago

you're welcome :)


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Added on March 11, 2016
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Wolfwind Poetry and Art
Wolfwind Poetry and Art

Coupeville, WA

Joined WritersCafe : October 6th, 2007Born : October 9th, 1973Current Home: Coupeville, Washington USAHave visited all US states except: Maine, Alaska and HawaiiCurrently: Attending Skagit Valley .. more..