Where is the wind?

a poem about noise and different realms

I sit quietly

Where is the wind?

A purple scent, it goes in one ear and out the other
Where is the wind? Why doesn't it sing?

And the sky is pink and purple and the sun dances as it goes down

The moon sweeps down to say hello,

as a beast hovering over you bringing a soft white light

The stars collapse and rearrange their positions in the sky

And then the mist comes, and I know rain is not that far away

I sit quietly

I sit and listen to the orchids bloom

I sing to the strawberry plants as they grow

The lizards blend in with their coats of many colors

I whisper and I shout

Why can't it be okay

For my truths to be a dance,

For the truth to hover over us, a volcano bursting

In the black hole there is a portal to another world, and I really,

really, really

want to get there

I want to feel the white and I want to feel the flat realm

Because the noise of the planet rotating on its axis is just too loud,

and here I am, wondering,

wondering,

waiting...

Here I am

Don't try to change me

Reviews

[Ranger Kessel]

Your imagery is amazing! I really like this. It a unique form i enjoy. Thanks for posting!

[Cherrie Palmer]

You share lots of beautiful images and force the reader to rearrange the way they assimilate colors :)

[Madeira]

Great write, made me think of quantum physics, black holes and a mind