- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Wind In My Hair
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It must be the wind in my hair
that so affects me
this time of year
a Simon and Garfunkel time.
The wind in my hair as I stand on the steel
over the storm chased traffic from DC
the eyes below wide
to see curls tangling in a toolbelt.
The thoroughbred between my legs
a tense exploding monster
lifting my hair as we pass the 1/4 mile mark
an ancient rebel yell blood curdling out of me.
Summer drawing the blue and green out of the sea leaving it deep cold gray
as my craft careens from wave to wave
chasing the incoming squalls.
Arriving as a birthday gift to my mother
in the middle of a hurricane
rushed to preserve the dwindling life
I too give birth in the same season.
No drama, no show
A hurricane giving birth to a tornado
And moments later outside resting
Lifting my head smiling and feeling
the wind in my hair.
- COMMENTS
normal jeanover 14 years agoand remembrance. I hate that I missed this when it was first posted. Wonderful piece, Boo. Excellent work.
NJ
Jennifer Cover 18 years agoLovely imagery here and
the last line brings the
poem together nicely.
~ Jenn
