Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

walking with the wind

i think my grandfather became the wind
i know he would love to bend it around my face
tangling my hair, causing me to trip over myself
and lose my pace, but he would also love
for me to look upward, to the sky – and to admire
the ease with which clouds sail by, leaving a trail
of shadows floating across river banks and parks
he’d have me listen to the wind playing windows
like woodwinds, whistling quietly, then loudly
in the dark, as my mind races trying not to erase
the last moments of happiness and laughter
i remember of his face, when Time decided
to stop making His mark on my grandfather,
and finally let him be, let him be the untamed,
free wind that softly walks or loudly dances
around me

backdated Post A Day Poem – for March 23rd, 2017.

3 Responses to “walking with the wind”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Basic HTML is allowed. Your email address will not be published.

Subscribe to this comment feed via RSS

%d bloggers like this: