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.

You have captured that perfect way the wind runs through, causing havoc and make magnolias shed their petals in a flowered cry. Wonderfully constructed sonnet.
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Thank you Björn … was a good prompt, but sonnets drive me crazy with the rhyming and the counting!
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Powerful!
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Thank you 🙂
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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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Thank you Jim. All the fun is in the counting and checking 🙂 Will surely be reading more of your poems soon!
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Enchanting depiction of the wind 🙂
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Sanaa… thank you so much. 🙂
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Outstanding!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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monochrome kites flew like winged charcoal art…
I love this line among all your beautiful images.
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Thank you Kerry, appreciate your comment.
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I wanted to hear this aloud so that I could close my eyes and experience the scene completely. Vivid and detailed.
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Thank you Kim… glad you liked it.
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Wonderful!
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Thank you 🙂
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Your sonnet is amazing !!
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Thank you Helen 🙂
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Beautiful imagery and movement in this poem of the wind. Lovely.
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Thanks so much Sherry 🙂
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Some great imagery here ~ brittle rainbow, cloud flecked hair ~ and a sonnet retaining a fine rhythm
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Thank you 🙂
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This is absolutely exquisite. I loved every word.
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Thank you Sage!
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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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Thank you, appreciate your comment.
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Those first two lines, in particular, are absolutely divine 🙂
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Thanks so much C.C 🙂
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Pictures of something that is unseen except by its effect–there’s a poetic notion!
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ps–this is Fireblossom in WordPress clothing.
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Thank you Fireblossom, was a great prompt. Glad I discovered this garden!
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Wind inspired photos…It can be so many things as you’ve written. I guess having the photo helps us keep a bit of the wind. 🙂
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Absolutely! Thanks Susie 🙂
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I could just swim in your words – each line keeps to the cadence, does not slip and stays the course – just when one is mulling over the delicious use of language in the line before, the next arrives and never disappoints. Great stuff.
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Thanks for the kind comment Hamish… appreciate your support greatly.
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Unseen, yet so powerful… nice poem.
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deft imagery! I love the “monochrome kites”
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Thank you so much, glad it worked!
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