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The Wind

The Wind blows:
It comes and goes,
from where, hardly anyone knows.

It blows people into my life.
It blows joy and delight.
It blows debris and strife.

People are blown away,
sometimes suddenly at once,
sometimes a little, day by day.

The Wind is a friend and a foe
over which I have no control;
It hurts so much when people go.

1/21/2013 (c) Dale Raymond
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Poetry.com 4.4 out of 5 based on 7 votes.
Gabriel Mican More than 1 year ago
love it
Doina Mican More than 1 year ago
Very intense metaphor . The wind go leaving so much dust in our life . Amazing poem
Dale Raymond More than 1 year ago
Doina, Thank you. This poem got published twice because of a computer problem. Hence, my next poem about the computer test.
Angel Heady More than 1 year ago
keep up the good work.
Dale Raymond More than 1 year ago
Angel, Thank you. Your comment means a lot to me. It made my day.
LaKeeta Thomas More than 1 year ago
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Dale Raymond More than 1 year ago
LaKeeta, Thank you. Your rating means a lot to me.
DeJuan Clark More than 1 year ago
You know I hate metaphysical nature poetry flat out because often the poet doesn't have a clear underlying message-- this isnt the case here, I actually enjoyed the poem, the metaphors and the message behind the words--
Dale Raymond More than 1 year ago
DeJuan, Thank you. Your comment gave me new insight. I am glad you enjoyed the poem. I appreciate your review.
Norma F More than 1 year ago
I like how you connected the weather with life.
Dale Raymond More than 1 year ago
Norma, Thank you. Your comment means a lot to me.
Louis 7 More than 1 year ago
sorry to burst your bubble.
Dale Raymond More than 1 year ago
Louis, Thank you. I appreciate you comment. Yes, in a sense we know. I studied meterology, and I liked it. Air in high pressure areas flows to air in low pressure areas. Wind is always blowing somewhere. In another sense we do not know where the wind comes from. That is the subject of another poem. In the future, I will try to be more precise. I could say we sort of know. Perhaps it is too extreme to say we do not know....
Dale Raymond More than 1 year ago
I fixed the poem. I said that hardly anyone knows. The group of people who are knowlegeable about the wind is small compared to the population of the earth. It does not change the essence of the poem. Your comment led to an improvement of my poem. Thanks again, and I really mean it.
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