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Beautiful Sinome...listening to the wind ~ one of my all time favorite things to do. You write so romantically of it. Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on February 7, 2010 at 7:01 PM
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Excellent as ever...
posted by
teddypoet_TheGoodByeFade
on January 31, 2010 at 8:38 AM
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posted by
_Symphony_
on January 31, 2010 at 6:26 AM
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The wind
I wish that I could still give myself to nature, to feel the beauty that is obviously apparent.
Perhaps in envy I applaud your poems
posted by
C_C_T
on January 31, 2010 at 3:30 AM
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Great poem sinome
Hi Sinome, I really liked this poem. What a great thing it is to get out of bed, go into the room where I use to work and read one of your great poems.
I think some of it reminds me that people too often just walk around and don't listen to the wind. Sometimes the wind (and other things in the nature) says something interesting. ;) And they're always ready to listen to you. People should listen to the wind. You're absolutely right.
Nice poem.
I wish you a wonderful day.
posted by
kasperhoe
on January 31, 2010 at 12:32 AM
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Simone
Your poem makes senses and gives a feel of natural wonders love. BC-A, Bill’s Roost
posted by
BC-A
on January 30, 2010 at 10:00 PM
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Sinome
The wind is not seeen but felt, its touches, its caresses are so soothing ... all because it is so all-encompassing. A most beautiful imagery that elevates. xoxoxo my friend:)
posted by
anib
on January 30, 2010 at 9:05 PM
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The "wind" you speak of holds our destinty. Very well written.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on January 30, 2010 at 11:43 AM
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Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the wind blows; It blows for me.
(John Donne perverted by TAPS)
I love your poetry. You also reminded me that tonight is supposed to be the biggest and brightest full moon of 2010. That should be worth a poem by someone.
posted by
TAPS.
on January 30, 2010 at 10:41 AM
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Sinome
I have always loved the wind, in the Rockies, the streets of Chicago, my front deck and in it's strength and silence you describe so well, your beautiful poetry touches even the soul.
....knowing that my resisting temptation was in vain
for we are all predestined to meet our fate.......................
posted by
WileyJohn
on January 30, 2010 at 10:26 AM
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Nice imagery! sam
posted by
sam444
on January 30, 2010 at 6:16 AM
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The wind drones but it's chiming in your poem
posted by
Straightforward
on January 30, 2010 at 2:13 AM
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we have beautiful chimes outside the bedroom window and they sing
with the wind.So beautiful just like this poem.
posted by
Kabu
on January 29, 2010 at 10:34 PM
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Sinome
A totally enchanting poem, I like nothing more at night when lying in bed than to listen to the wind blowing against my shutters.
posted by
BernieFranklin
on January 29, 2010 at 10:11 PM
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