Painting pictures with words.
Opening a part of the soul.
Emotion flowing with the lines.
Tapestry skillfully woven.
Reflecting thoughts artfully.
Yearning to make a difference.
--Karen O'Leary--Whispers' Editor
Thursday, March 7, 2013
The Wind--By Jack Horne--England
The Wind
The wind is like a naughty child,
That watches as I sweep the leaves,
He then delights to scatter them,
And giggles, tugging at my sleeves:
I want to play, the wind believes.
Thanks Jack, for a vivid picture of the wind blowing. Puts me in the mind of a warm autumn evening; the kind of evening where the wind is a soothing midst that caresses my skin.
It was so wonderful to receive all your kind comments for other writers today. Your efforts are greatly appreciated. I see others are enjoying your poem as I did. Thank you for sharing your talent and encouragement. Blessings to you.
Thank you, Christine Tate, for the following comment--
I enjoyed your poem and how you described the wind like a naughty child wanting to play. You gave it a mischievous personality. Delightful to read! Thanks for sharing!
Your words bring a great visual to the reader - Nice work here...
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I enjoyed this very much, Jack, as it brought back memories of sweeping leaves in my back garden, in England..they often escaped thanks to the wind!
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Hi Jack,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your poem it reminded me of a warm, breezy, Autumn day. One of my favorite seasons to enjoy well done my friend.
Love Sandra
Thanks Jack, for a vivid picture of the wind blowing. Puts me in the mind of a warm autumn evening; the kind of evening where the wind is a soothing midst that caresses my skin.
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Dear Jack,
ReplyDeleteIt was so wonderful to receive all your kind comments for other writers today. Your efforts are greatly appreciated. I see others are enjoying your poem as I did. Thank you for sharing your talent and encouragement. Blessings to you.
Karen
Hilarious juxtaposition, the wind and a naughty child. Written with wit and charm.
ReplyDeleteOh Jack - It is such a joy to read your poetry here.
ReplyDeleteThe wind - like a naughty child. Hooray for you! love it.
love,
Kathy
Thank you, Christine Tate, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem and how you described the wind like a naughty child wanting to play. You gave it a mischievous personality. Delightful to read! Thanks for sharing!
Thank you, Phyllis Babcock, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteA cute poem that has me smiling Jack.
Thank you, Jack Clubb, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteThis is a delightful, playful poem. We need more of these.
A beautiful motion picture painted and a delight to have shared. Kindest thoughts, Anna-Marie.
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