Weds poetry prompt: ‘The Gift of the Wind’


Yesterday’s prompt: Write an ‘uplifting’ poem.

The Gift of the Wind

Even the coolest, gentlest of breezes
Can still lift weary bodies, heavy with
Excessive demand and expectation.
Once up in the air, these become
Simply immaterial, pieces scattered
In the calming wind, and no longer matter.
They escape from inside ourselves,
So we watch them float harmlessly by,
Free from our relentless minds,
And yet freedom becomes ours as well.

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