once the wind
flew me, lifted me
past mountains
and hills
drunk with the force
in my face
running hotly
in the gusted dust
now that same wind
beats me, bends me
to its will
batters my dreams
south wind
freezes my bones
hunts out the blood
where it hides
but the fire
burns on
© Maureen Sudlow
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Oooh, this is good. Powerful!
Thanks for that!
Photo and poems both excellent ! Thank you.
Thank you!
This is beautiful Maureen.
Thanks so much for your encouragement Cindy
Woo! Dangerously close to the edge but a wonderful image.
that’s where all the best images are…
Love!
Thanks!
🙂
Yes, the fire burns on . . .
Thanks Peter – and yours also my friend…
A very beautiful poem, Maureen!
Thank you Lavinia