Carried on the wind

/ Doug Jacquier

This piece was written for the Carrot Ranch weekly challenge, with the prompt words of ‘carry on’.

Sounds carry on the wind,

carry in the wind,

sometimes are the wind,

deafening the soul.

Sand carries on the wind,

in the wind

and sometimes is the wind,

stripping the paint.

Tears carry on the wind,

in the wind

and sometimes are the wind,

spreading desert rain.

Hope carries on the wind,

in the wind,

and sometimes is the wind

of whispered prayers.

Tomorrow carries on the wind,

in the wind

and sometimes is the wind

of soaring birds.

Writing carries on the wind,

in the wind

and sometimes is the wind

of Heaven, and sometimes just farting.

18 thoughts on “Carried on the wind”

    • Thanks, Marsha. I used to be a great fan of Chelsea Owen’s ‘Terrible Poetry’ blog (sadly now defunct) and I think it’s ruined any chance of me ever taking modern poetry seriously again.

      For example, sample one of my delicious pasticheries.

      God ignoring the bleak midwinter

      The bleak midwinter arrived in
      the middle of winter
      and it was bleak.
      Not moor bleak;
      more bleak than that.
      The wind was keen,
      not in that American neat way
      nor like mustard,
      but sharp
      and bleak
      because it was midwinter.
      I watched it being bleak midwinter
      but I don’t think God did.

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