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Friday, March 07, 2008

THE WIND, poem by Patricia Kelly



THE WIND

the wind is a haunted woman
wandering where she will
the earth her mansion of halls

the wind is a haunted woman
disturbing or lulling
but always she leaves

the wind is a haunted woman
with nothing to call her own
even the rain deserts her

the wind is a haunted woman
knocking at windows and hearts
in her unending grief

the wind is a haunted woman

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NOTE: That last repeat of "the wind is a haunted woman" will be sung when I share it in poetry readings.

Last night I saw a beautiful and intensely moving CD/slide-show about South Africa. One of the residents here, Ani, in my new home in southern CA took all the photos, organized it, and chose the equally wonderful music. The repeated line in the poem above is not mine. It was on a picture of a poster in that show, with a lot of other text I could not read. But those words jumped out at me. However, the poem is not about what I perceived of South Africa in that slide-show (it was an incredibly uplifting presentation), but what that line made me personally think about hours later. Clearly, it took me to some deeply sad places. Leaving and being left have historically been big issues in my life. Not unexpectedly, this move to CA has triggered feelings and memories about both.

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‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: Patricia Kelly]

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4 Comments:

At 4:03 PM , Blogger LGD said...

Your use of the internet can ease some of these issues you have of leaving and being left, since in a way you have done neither by your move to CA. And yet it's even easier to do both online.

How odd.

I find myself seeing fewer and fewer people since I began to be online so much. Yet I talk to more and more than I used to.

How odd.

 
At 8:03 PM , Blogger Roswila said...

Before responding to your comment I'd like to say I've since learned that the line I borrowed and repeat in THE WIND, may be part of a poem, too. The woman who took the photos may be able to find out more for me. If so, I would so love to post the full source poem here with the author's name. (Cyber-fingers crossed...:-D)

And, oh, yes, lgd, the internet has helped ground me as I adjust to my new living situation. It's a lifeline to a shakey sense of "normalcy." LOL, not that I have ever been or felt "normal" ... a better way to put it would be that it's something familiar and connecting. :-)

I know exactly what you mean about that odd inversion of how many people we see face to face, as opposed to how many we talk to online. In New York, it was overwhelmingly online for me. (Here, so far, it varies day to day.)

 
At 10:46 AM , Anonymous Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

It is the sense of community that your new location has that allows more face to face. Ideally we could all have both face to face and internet... I greatly appreciate both. In wind I find alternately calmness and melancholy. Your poetry describes wind so well. It would be wonderful to hear read and sung, Patricia.

 
At 11:32 AM , Blogger Roswila said...

Thanks for visiting, Marcia. And, yes, the community of face-to-face here is a very nice balance to the many hours I still spend online. I'm just going to have to learn to better budget my time. :-) Here's to all sorts of communities. Hope yours are healthy and happy.

 

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