Pictures of the Wind

Remember when the brittle rainbow cracked,
and rubble painted the prostrating grass,
the frowning magnolia, its bower stacked,
showered perfumed curses on folks that passed.
Phantom fingers rummaged through cloud flecked hair,
breath lingered long in the arms of a gust,
sky and sea twirled like a blue gazelle pair,
brown columns swirled through the gathering dust.
A parka huddled with a throbbing heart,
a voice rushed by with a red lipstick smear,
monochrome kites flew like winged charcoal art,
the shivering leaves chanted odes to fear.
Remember then on the silence was pinned,
creased, unmoving, our pictures of the wind.

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38 thoughts on “Pictures of the Wind

  1. Like your windy sonnet, Rajani. We can’t see the wind (just like you couldn’t ‘see’ my dark-thanks for peeking in) but we have numerous evidences of it’s work, beauty, and orneriness. And like others, when we see the occasional sonnet now-a-day we tend to count meter and check rhyme.
    Good job, TP!
    ..

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  2. Phantom fingers rummaged through cloud flecked hair,
    breath lingered long in the arms of a gust,
    sky and sea twirled like a blue gazelle pair,
    brown columns swirled through the gathering dust………… love that esp

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