The wind

Just a short poem about life and how you are surprised every day.

Each day seems to vary

with the unknown wind, it carries.

   The wind can help you soar above the rest,

or it can cause your life to become recessed.

The wind can blow you far from the light,

and take you off your chosen course.

Or the wind may push you forward into your future

but you end up stumbling like a fool.

It can knock you off your feet

and give you a strong taste of defeat,

but can also give the taste of a flight

and push you past your daily fights.

The calm before a storm is a hard place to sit,

unknowing how disastrous the repercussions will be when hit.

You must always be prepared in case of adversity,

even though a pleasant outcome may come mercifully.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"The calm before a storm is a hard place to sit,
unknowing how disastrous the repercussions will be when hit.
You must always be prepared in case of adversity,
even though a pleasant outcome may come mercifully."
Great logic shared in the poetry. I liked the above lines. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[AllauraRose]

Thank you so much!!! I’m glad you liked it!

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy and you are welcome my friend.

[H L Rose]

I love the concept here. The analogy of the wind and it’s effects on a day is brilliant.

I love what you had to say about the “calm before a storm”.

If you don’t mind, I would love to give you some feedback. I am in no way an expert so if you disagree with anything I have to say you could totally be right.

“Each day seems to vary
with the wind, it ends up to carry.”
“to carry” sound a bit off too me. I’m not sure if it’s correct grammatically. Perhaps “it ends up carrying” or “it carries”.

The way this line flows into the next line I think causes some confusion. The subject in the previous line was “day”, so when you use the word “it” in the next line,
“It can help you soar above the rest,” I’m thinking you are talking about the “day” helping one soar, but you start the next stanza with “the wind” which makes me think you meant to say “the wind” was what helps one soar. I think perhaps making the word “it” more clear may be the solution to this confusion.

“but can also give the taste of flight
and pushing past your daily fights.” This line may work, but as a suggestion, “pushing” may not be the right word. Perhaps “push” would sound better.

Overall I think maybe condensing some of your sentences may make the poem sound better when read aloud.

Please don’t just take this feedback and run with it, but consider its validity and think about whether or not I’m right, because I of course could be off about it.

I really enjoyed reading this and once again I’m in love with the concept. It is a wonderful idea to write a poem about.

[AllauraRose]

Thanks, I know this isn’t my best work, but I just sort of blurted our words. I will read my poem and see how I can make it better. Thanks!

[H L Rose]

Of course! And I totally get it. Sometimes blurting out springs about the best ideas!!!

[H L Rose]

“Each day seems to vary/ with the unknown wind it carries” Love it!

[AllauraRose]

Thanks, I edited it, so hopefully it sounds better!

[H L Rose]

I think it’s great! Well done!