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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