before the winds do
I thought I heard something
but it was just the wind
I think she said
sitting in the living room
I perked up and turned down
the baseball on TV
started to listen in
like one of those creeps
repetitive silence ensued
followed by curious winds
sneaking in
through the attic vents
rushing in I reached out
begging her to take
my hand
before the winds do
july two thousand thirteen
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Those sneaky winds can steal more of your valuables than you think.
Indeed, Archie, indeed they can. Thanks for visiting my blog (again) ;`)
“rushing in I reached out
begging her to take
my hand
before the winds do”
well said made me envision a twister coming to take you away…and you hand on to your ladies hand to stay grounded.
so glad to see you saw a twister – I did too
thanks so much for commenting ;`)
Ooh, Spooky.
Thanks Julia! 😀
FAB!
so glad you think so 😀
love this, John – the last stanza is really really good – K
thanks so much, K – I think I reworked that last stanza a dozen or more times!
was able to visualize this. somehow don’t find this creepy. but it was beautiful and touching
That is wonderful, Padmini…like a photograph – a moment in time forever remembered
Reblogged this on Brainfluff.
thank you so much for reblogging ‘before the winds do’ 😀
You’re very welcome – thought it was intriguing and original…
You’re very welcome – I think it is a wonderful poem.
I READ THIS FIRST THEN I LISTENED,,,,WOW, YOUR READING IS REALLY VERY POWERFUL. I OFTEN FIND MYSELF SILENTLY BEGGING FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE THE LEAD BEFORE I DO. WHATS INBETWEEN MY EARS HAS A TENDANCY TO BETRAY ME.
So happy you enjoyed this one, LaToya…it seemed to come out of nowhere.