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Wind

WIND

Sometimes I wish
I were the wind,
something you can feel
but can't see,
something you can hear
but can't see,
something you can smell
but can't see.

I wish I were the wind
because you run so fast,
so fast that only the wind
can reach you. You talk so soft,
so soft that only the wind
can hear you. You hide so well,
so well that only the wind
can be with you.

So I asked the wind for help,
and the wind said, "I'm sorry I can't,
this is not a game I want to play."
I never realized how untouchable,
unreachable you are to me.

I wish I were the wind
because only the wind
can reach you, yet
the wind won't help me to.

But I didn't know that
you are the wind. The wind
that never blew on my face,
never whispered to my ear,
never touched my skin.

Comments

wow, everyone's writing sad poetry :(

There are so many characteristics one can associate with the wind. And it’s fun to think of how similar the wind is to an elusive beloved… anyway, what’s nice about this poem is that you can get something out of it at a moment’s glance, and still get something hours later. Very simple yet profound.

The big x-factor, I think, is the fact that the wind and the beloved are one and the same. I just hoped you didn’t reveal that as early as the line “I never realized how untouchable,
unreachable you are to me.” maybe that would have been better placed somewhere in the last stanza. The way it was placed earlier kinda broke the suspense

Good luck :)

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