This is how I picture the wind;
roguish,
blowing across lush fields, into the dark catacombs
of bosom— eavesdropping
where thoughts soft-spoken are buried.
Surrounded by pandemonium
I observe its prowess closely; is this what it means to be vigilant?
If so, teach me.
Photo credits: Lady in Red by Emerico Imre Toth, Pinterest
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Posted for Quadrille #111 @dVerse Poets Pub
The wind is a powerful metaphor… I know a Swedish poem about the wind being a lover stealing his mistress away.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
A delightful personification, Sanaa, of a roguish wind ’eavesdropping where thoughts soft-spoken are buried’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
absolutely love this metaphor … the wind eavesdrops so much, well done!
Thank you so much, Kate 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
I loved the perspective, and “into the dark catacombs of bosom”. This piece still is rife with romantic whiffs and sensuality.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Charmingly mysterious Sanaa, excellent!
Thank you so much, Rob 🙂 so glad the poem spoke to you 💄❤️
Oh my Goodness. I am simply captivated by the soft, sensual beauty of your poem and the lady in red imagery! 🙏
Thank you so much, Mother Wintermoon 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Rogue winds collecting secrets. Evocative thought.
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Wind, like water and the other elements are always happy to lead the way. Nature has so much to teach us. Beautiful poem and wonderful image, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Oh yeah, this just BREATHES. Fine work indeed!
Thank you so much, Ron 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
I love this character snapshot of the wind – roquish and vigilant. I say brave and focused too!
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
We both had the wind eavesdropping today Sanaa. A wonderful personofication
Thank you so much, Toni 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
An evocative image of the roguish wind eavesdropping…and the desire to learn vigilance. Love this, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
That eaves dropping wind is beautifully presented
Happy Monday
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💝love
Happy Monday to you too, Gillena!
Much love … 💄❤️
The wind as eavesdropper – I love it! ‘Surrounded by pandemonium’ – so truthful: is the pandemonium within the wind, or within our hearts?
(Within our hearts) … thank you so much, Ingrid 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
We talk about reading other people’s minds, but…
eavesdropping
where thoughts soft-spoken are buried….
is very hard to do! Well done
Thank you so much, Dwight 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Lovely assonance this piece Sanaa – lush fields into dark catacombs – so good. And such a clever play – the wind so deliberate, so vigilant in the face of beauty. Great stuff.
Thank you so much, Peter 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
It is certainly good to think ahead and resolve matters in the mind than getting involved in the unnecessary talk!
Hank
Definitely! Thanks for stopping by, Hank 💄❤️
Love the illustration you’ve chosen. Love the idea of the wind being roguish and eavesdropping!
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love the thought of the wind eavesdropping. Lovely, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
I love this–wonderful metaphor and lovely imagery!
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love the thought of the wind eavesdropping.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Wow! <3
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This is so beautiful Sanaa. I love this description of the wind “blowing across lush fields, into the dark catacombs
of bosom” Stunning! 🙂💕
Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️