Latest Forum Posts:


HomePoetry StoriesHarness The Wind

Harness The Wind

The woman I love is like the wind. She calls me smoke because I give her substance.

Mysterious, powerful, relaxing,

adjectives describing the wind.

It’s everywhere and nowhere. So perplexing!

It’s will, no man dare rescind.

It refreshes more than sun or seas

when it chooses to wear its outer breeze.

Just as quickly it dons its wrapping glove,

enveloping all with winds of love.

It has neither shape nor substance true.

But when it chooses to blow on you,

refreshment comes as morning dew

and dries your brow, brings comfort anew.

Should one attempt to harness such

a wind that blows with healing touch?

There may exist but one who can.

The wind is stunned by such a man!

The smoke will rise.

The wind will calm.

As in smoke like guise,

he puts the harness on.

This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than storiesspace.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.

To link to this poem from your site - please use the following code:

<a href="https://www.storiesspace.com/stories/poetry/harness-the-wind.aspx">Harness The Wind</a>

Comments (1)

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this story should be removed.