A Supernatural Wind
Posted on September 20th, 2007 in All, Poems, Reflections
The ferocious wind
whips through tree branches.
I close my eyes and imagine
it’s a dark and supernatural wind
blowing civilization into oblivion.
The wind is singing, howling, and rushing.
The sound is perfect, superb, and beautiful.
Into the ocean deep mind, I descend
remembering ancient days.
It is summoning the anarchy
that burns in my soul.
Where’s an escape
that leads to the past?
October 10th, 2007 8:03 pm
Hi Nat. I think you would realy enjoy a series of books “Raincoast Chronicles”. They are all about the west coast of Canada with lots of Indian lore, poetry, and just plain interesting stuff.
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October 10th, 2007 8:05 pm
This poem could be about the west coast, all that is missing is the thunder of the waves pounding the shore, something you feel as much as hear.