goldmourn (amberdawnpullin) wrote,
goldmourn
amberdawnpullin

poem: a slight wind could knock me over

a slight wind could knock me over


because i was on the edge
of the lake, no, in the midst
of it, standing on solid stone

on a pier over the water with
waves coming at me, pushed on
by the persistent breeze - oh!

I felt the touch on my face like
a glance, or a slight hand, the
caress of the wind all around

the shore was near but in that
moment i could've been almost
anywhere, alone - a castaway

with only the stronghold of
the air and water and stone
under my feet to keep me there.



- adp, 10 October 2013 / last edited: 11 October 2013






"caress of the wind" was the phrase topic for tonight of the poetry chat room I recently joined. Even though I continue to dislike improv and to be honest, I found the phrase blah, I wrote this last minute during the chat by putting myself into a place of memory: willow pier in The Beach/es of Toronto. Hey, cheeztastically cliché or not, at least I'm writing!
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