a request bordering on a plea


this wind

   it has the sound and texture

of march wind


come and sit with me

   (marketa is making her lunch)

she comes out


but the wind bothers her

   and the sun

even now in january


is too strong for her

   i cannot breathe on a day like this

unless i am outside


this is not a poem of wind

   but loneliness













Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-30 at 05:32

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This was so visual from a feelings perspective, amazingly well done.