Who's a poet?

Question

The theme is "wind"....your take on that word. Submit a poem....when answer time is over the one with the most thumbs up will get 10 points from me

Answer 1

Wind


This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet

Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.

At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as
The coal-house door. Once I looked up -
Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes
The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope,

The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace,
At any second to bang and vanish with a flap;
The wind flung a magpie away and a black-
Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house

Rang like some fine green goblet in the note
That any second would shatter it. Now deep
In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip
Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,

Or each other. We watch the fire blazing,
And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,
Seeing the window tremble to come in,
Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.

Ted Hughes

Answer 2

Everywhere you may be
But with my Eyes i cannot see
With my Wings i can feel
Fire and Heat you have the power to heal...

People come and people die
But you stay strong and never cry
Since Time you've been around
When Man was not even close to the ground...

Man focuses obsessively on Fire and Water
But in reality YOU are better
Please forgive Man's ignorance
For you are my only source of Guidance...

With your strength you make me what i am
And i am simply no mere Man
I thank you for what you've done
For you are truly my only one...

My Friend...
My Guide...
My Strength...

My Dearest Wind...

Answer 3

An original thought
the answer to a question.

A poem on a theme
an soul searching expedition

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind.

Answer 4

The wind gently blowing,
Moves ever, never knowing,
To move, to rest,
North, east, south, or west.
To where it goes,
It never knows.

The Wind
Augustus F.