Low wind
tilt your face to feel
the soft heat that presses to
whisper secrets here
already they slip
from that long rough tongue into
the shell of your ear
the unsteady beat
of the wind's sound in the grass
rivets your heart through
slowly unwrapping
turn by turn under the sun
the wind unwinds you
feel the wind run raw
rhythms through your pulsing veins
sounding red through them
how does the wind know
which songs soak through your bones just
as if you knew them
the soft heat that presses to
whisper secrets here
already they slip
from that long rough tongue into
the shell of your ear
the unsteady beat
of the wind's sound in the grass
rivets your heart through
slowly unwrapping
turn by turn under the sun
the wind unwinds you
feel the wind run raw
rhythms through your pulsing veins
sounding red through them
how does the wind know
which songs soak through your bones just
as if you knew them
posted by MB at 9:07 AM
14 Comments:
Another stunning poem, MB. I love the image of songs soaking through your bones...so lovely!
MB,
This is magnificent. I love the songs soaking through your bones, too. I also love the wind unwinds you. Beautifully intelligent play on words.
"that long rough tongue"... tells me this is a beautiful resonance between wind, earth, beloved dog, you... love this.
Yes, songs soak through your bones is simply stunning.
Feeling the warmth, the wind, the music...
alan
I couldn't stop reading this poem again and again--how it feels more vividly alive each time, and reveals each subtle rhyme...I missed the rhymes the first time until the last two stanzas, then went back--it was like a treasure hunt!
(plus the lovely vowel and consonant patterns)
Oh, and by the way, your comments on my blog mean so much to me...thanks always...
Well, I'm forced to echo previous commenters: I too love "the wind unwinds you" and the hidden rhymes (which I didn't get at all till Firebird mentioned them) and the final stanza. And of course that linked-haiku form. Really nice. And like Firebird, your comments on my blog mean so much to me...thanks.
Thank you for leaving kind thoughts on my blog. I, like the others before me, enjoyed this poem very much. Low wind is a great title. I wish I wrote as you; there is much to learn.
Read this, and it made me want to jump in my car for a ROAD TRIP -- but only if my car was an ol' beater-mobile with roll-down windows, cracked windshield, and a thrumming V8.
Something full of a wild-heart summer in here for me.
How does the wind know "which songs soak through your bones"? Love it!!
a poem to read a hundred times over ...
ahhhh, MB, you are the great artist of words, painting scenes which, like magnets, hold us fixed.
lovely! it is all music - some of the songs are new and some as old as the earth. love reading here!!
Thank you all for your wonderful comments on this. I am honored to have careful and discerning, as well as supportive, readers!
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