![]() What Say The WindsA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)![]() Everything has it's language![]() What do they say…? The whispers in the trees The muted sighs, the muffled cries Soft chatter of the leaves Do they chat…? of this and that The way old men (and women too?) Are want to do? Or is their meaning lost On breezes tossed In tongues not meant For mere mortals Like me and you? Perhaps the wind’s Words are but emotions… Feelings that in and of themselves Are best seen reflected in… The oceans. Oceans tossed about By Zephyr’s gentle feelings… Wave-tops torn to salty shreds By typhoons raging reelings Winds that whisper Gales that moan… Meanings understood By the Gods alone And yet… Their words surround The very Earth And have witnessed And whispered since it’s untimely birth A moving blanket O’er us each and every day The wind…the breezes Does what it pleases Still I wonder ...What does it say?... © 2014 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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1 Review Added on June 12, 2014 Last Updated on June 12, 2014 Author![]() David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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