With the shift of the wind

Albert's Poetry Cafe ~ Tovli's Ten Words ~ Nature: WRITE A NATURE POEM ABOUT THE WIND - words: WATCHED/ SHIFT/ SHED/ CREST/ CORRECTED/ TASTE/ ORANGES/ HANDS/ PLACES/ TOKENS

As I watched and heard

The wind blowing songs

The whispers of the trees

The tumbling of diffuse distant objects

 

I saw a dance of the nature elements

Shed of leaves, dust, blockages

Like letting go the crest of beliefs

Redefining all our tokens

 

I let wind’s hands comb my hair

Cleaning my head, my heart

As it brings the smell of natural oranges

To the taste of complicated reality

 

Winds, life volatility and simplicity

Flying feelings of freedom

Places aerial images in my mind

As purposes are corrected in my heart

 

And old phases end

As new ones begin

with the shift of the winds.

 

Reviews

[Enthusiast]

Angelina,

I really enjoyed your poem. I loved the imagery and the atmosphere you were able to conjure. Beautiful.

Keep up the good work!

[Tovli]

beautiful and almost circular--like nature itself. good job! tovli

[Helena]

Angi, perfectly beautiful imagery protrayed in this poem with the required "ten words" so
seamlessly intwined within. Thank you for submitting this to Tovli's
contest. ~ Helena ~

[Frances O'Neill]

Beautiful! I especially like the end,

"And old phases end

As new ones begin

with the shift of the winds."

[Gandré]

This is a wonderful nature poem, an orginal poem in the nature theme. it adresses the organic world view against the 'mechanic' view of modern poetry. I loved it very much. I thought you would love this it harmonizes with your poem:

"Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it."
(Boris Pasternak
Doctor Zhivago 1958)

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Verrrry Good!

[JohnL]

Now I realise the quality of writing I'm up against - or would be if we felt it was competitive. But I don't think we do, do we? Much more a sense of fellowship in exploring each others thought and creativity as the aim, the goal, pulls us and our thinking towards unity of subject.
This poem has atmospere and sensation - not in the worldly way but in its playing upon the senses; sight and sound in V1, the sixth sense in V2, touch, scent and taste in V3, and of course, referring to my previous critiqe on Art, Heart - the spiritual heart, perhaps better described 'Soul', which holds all the senses and more. I have a feeling that that was a badly constructed sentence with too many commas - well, I don't care - it says what I want it to.
love,
John