i like the breeze.
the way it ruffles the leaves,
the sound it makes as they rustle.
what is that sound, anyway?
one another? i like the way tall trees
sway in the breeze.
it's sexy, isn't it? gently,
then less gently as the wind picks up.
maybe that’s just me
i like the way a breeze feels on a hot day.
it's a hot wind on a hot day. that's no fun.
i like the various sounds
a breeze makes, not just the ruffling-rustling,
but the whooshes and roars
and even moans, it can be frightening, or heartening.
i remember flying a kite.
i haven’t flown a kite
since i was a kid. it takes a breeze,
a kite, a tail, some kite-string. all i have is a breeze.
i’m looking at the breeze-blown trees through the window.
i like the way it makes the leaves dance silently.
that's pretty cool.
there aren't a lot of leaves in my neighborhood, but some.
i remember in old movies,
mostly black and white,
shots of windblown, deserted, dusty streets,
with a tumbling tumbleweed. i liked that feeling.
or an urban landscape with a page of newspaper
blowing down the street,
again, indicating emptiness, loneliness.
generally, it's a sad feeling. a lot depends on the music.
i really do like breezes.
i like ocean breezes and forest breezes
and urban breezes.
life is a breeze. i mean, sometimes.
at the moment the breeze has died down.
maybe i'm finished
thinking about breezes.
i think i am.
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2020-06-12 at 19:35
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