The wind my friend... When it blows a certain way...it is so warm and so comforting, we can so easily lose ourselves in the wind we feel over every part of us... And when the wind blows in a fashion that makes it overwhelming and dangerous, we lose ourselves in a different way...amazed that we have allowed ourselves to fight it and continue coming at it, and knowing that it is who we are... we long for all of the different forms the wind takes... we allow it...dare I say it, at times...to control us.. and just when we think we can no longer handle another windstorm, another brutal cold and harsh wind...somehow...we gather the strength and integrity to endure it...and hope that we are better equipped for the next harsh storm which we know is just around the corner.
8 comments:
Beautiful, Nikki! Just beautiful!
Hugs,
Jackie
What an amazing poem. Very beautiful...
Is there anything you CANT do woman????....sheesh...you paint, you write, and now you write poetry...i bet you cook and do needlework too....bah!
Oh to be the wind...
I love it. You are so talented.
Terra
what a wonderful photo or painting and the poem is so beautiful. I almost feellike i am standing beside that lady watching the boats.
TreesRGreen78
The wind my friend...
When it blows a certain way...it is so warm and so comforting, we can so easily lose ourselves in the wind we feel over every part of us...
And when the wind blows in a fashion that makes it overwhelming and dangerous, we lose ourselves in a different way...amazed that we have allowed ourselves to fight it and continue coming at it, and knowing that it is who we are...
we long for all of the different forms the wind takes...
we allow it...dare I say it, at times...to control us..
and just when we think we can no longer handle another windstorm, another brutal cold and harsh wind...somehow...we gather the strength and integrity to endure it...and hope that we are better equipped for the next harsh storm which we know is just around the corner.
Beathtaking poem! xox Sassy
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