third whisper
the wind never tries,
but conquers stillness with restless quickened sprint
--maddens the lack with haughty slap!
fills the next sail with adoration's brushed cheek
....chimes tipping wings and shirt tails in dragonfly titilation..a giggle's tear like yesterday's monsoon gale..
never tires,
how it carried the roaring sea to bone dry dust... scrubbing red the dark grey bark for whipped glittery applause of sun-tipped emeralds...
it dances and the desert ... lies... spent upon exponentially blooming rainbow beds.. drenched with drunken instants
...never worries
upon the warmth of a thousand sunset horizons
of another lover's promised sunrise...
never silences:
but betrays all my treasures in collected whispers
unbraiding nameless generations and all defiance
with intimate sighs kept:
"hush..."
like some seismic stealth of seasons
the wind does,
no reason
©caitlin ann, 7/22/7
This poem was written by caitlin ann on Apr 07, 2008.
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