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The Wind

I first sense your presence

on the ridge tops of

the mountains that

surround my home.


 



Tree tops whisper your name

and branches tremble

as leaves eddy high

into the sky.


 



Then at last, I hear your voice

whispering down the

mountain side to thrill

the chimes on my front porch.

The wind.

— Debra Bryant, Jan 10, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Kentucky, USA

Favorite Poets: A few of my favorites., Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken, Maya Angelou, Phenomenal Woman, Emily Dickinson, There Is Another Sky , Elizabeth Barrett Browning, How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways, Shel Silverstein, Where The Sidewalk Ends, Edgar Allen Poe, A Dream Within a Dream, Margaret Atwood, Night Poem

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Critiques

Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

17 years 5 months ago

The Wind

Loved this one, Debra Beautifully writen~ _____________________________ To write a touching poem, you must gently stir the soul, if it brings forth tears or smiles, then the story was beautifully told. ________Janice Pearce_________
Debra Bryant

Debra Bryant

17 years 4 months ago

Janice,

Thank you for reading and commenting. Sincerely~ Debbie
Race_9togo

Race_9togo

17 years 4 months ago

missed it

loved it. You're paring things down to a bare minimum, and because of that your imagery and emotional evocation are becoming much sharper. Well done on this one Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race
Debra Bryant

Debra Bryant

17 years 4 months ago

Thanks Jim,

I really appreciate your insights on my work. I am really trying not to be so wordy. Sincerely Debbie
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 3 months ago

Wind

Debbie You make me feel so sad, As the wind talks to us in its own melody. Whispering in the voices of our loved ones calling us from so far away We feel the yearning of a longing of a lonesome heart of tears falling. I just love my wind chimes as they all have their own beautiful meldoy. Thank you for the message you impart to this very lonely heart Electric Blue
Debra Bryant

Debra Bryant

17 years 3 months ago

Blue,

Thank you Blue...don't be sad. Feel the love that surrounds you here! sincerely~ Debbie