Ah, the wind. I actually can hardly think of the wind without thinking of that overused comparison of wind to faith--"I've never seen the wind; I've seen the effects of the wind but I've never seen the wind."--but as a mysterious natural entity, wind gets a lot of points on the coolness scale. I once wrote a poem where I wished myself to be air, but this isn't about self-promotion... what I'm getting at is that the wind is so fantastic and exciting that I'm disappointed at the apparent lack of credit it receives for being awesome. Thank you for noticing it.
Fantastic, exciting, awesome--YES!chinchillachicaJanuary 11 2008, 03:20:47 UTC
What prompted this was an assignment we were given in my Creative Writing class. We were given fifteen minutes to write a poem about an ordinary thing that had happened or that we had observed in the past day or so. The idea was to start with the observation and let the meaning evolve from it as you write. Anyway, all I could think about was standing in the wind on that unusually warm and gusty day we had...so that's what I wrote about. When I was finished I thought back to another poem I wrote way back when that while different in subject matter, focused much on the wind. The more I thought about it, the more I finally recognized the fact that I may have a kind of...enthrallment with this certain element of nature.
Being in the wind...standing against it as it rushes at you...there is this overwhelming feeling of empowerment.
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Being in the wind...standing against it as it rushes at you...there is this overwhelming feeling of empowerment.
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