I Am The Wind


I clatter dry leaves along dusty footpaths

And bear burdens far greater

Than mere birds and clouds.


On high, cold, moors I blow

In the hollow eyes of sheep, inert and prone,

And ruffle the hissing grass over barrows

Of long-dead chieftains.


From the fading fires of the sick and the dying

I blow prayers in the smarting eyes

Of disinterested and uncaring gods.


I steal your thoughts.

43 thoughts on “I Am The Wind

            1. Hi Mick,

              It is good to hear from you. I submitted that comment nearly seven months ago.

              I hope that you have had a very happy Father’s Day! As we maintain spatial distancing and stay home to avoid contracting and spreading the coronavirus, and as your children recently celebrated Father’s Day in honour of your paternal dedication, please kindly allow me the pleasure to entertain you and your family with a bespoke poem and music recently published in the multimedia post entitled 🎼🎹—THE—🎹—LAST—🎹—RAG—🎹🎵🎶, where the featured composition can be enjoyed and studied in multiple formats available to you as the audio playbacks, the video captures of score with music, and the gallery of score sheets.

              The said post is published at https://soundeagle.wordpress.com/2020/04/12/the-last-rag/

              Please be informed that you might need to use a desktop or laptop computer with a large screen to view the rich multimedia contents available for heightening your multisensory enjoyment at my blog, which could be too powerful and feature-rich for iPad, iPhone, tablet or other portable devices to handle properly or adequately.

              Since music can be an essential part of the process of sustainability, wellbeing, healing and even social change and spiritual awakening, may my music and poem in the said post bring you some creative “distractions” or “diversions” amidst the disruptions and woes engendered by the pandemic. Happy reading and listening!
              Yours sincerely,

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              1. Enjoyed the music, Sound Eagle. Thank you. And the poem, too. Seem to be listening to quite a lot of new music on the internet during these strange times, so it can be said to be both productive and instructive despite the frustrations and limitations!

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                1. You are very welcome, Mick. I look forward to your leaving a comment at the said post. If you would like to save time, you could simply copy and paste part(s) of your previous comment to your forthcoming comment for the said post and perhaps add more if you have something extra to convey about my composition “The Last Rag”. Thank you in anticipation.

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  1. Mick, your poem is so beautifully written
    and even though it carries much dark and cold I keep
    reading it. Just got an cardigan to keep me warm.
    ” I’ll wind” by David Harris came to mind ……


    “If you see one on the horizon,
    shelter until it has gone away.
    As an ill wind brings no fortune
    whenever it blows your way. ”
    By David Harris

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  2. Mick, a striking image and haunting poem. The last line on its own has me puzzling: “I steal your thoughts.” I love the ambiguity and yet not of ‘I Am The Wind’ and have enjoyed reading the comments/discussion here! 😀

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  3. One of my very first memories in life is of my grandmother, when I was frightened by thunder, telling me that in nature, there is nothing to fear, not thunder nor wind nor lightening nor creatures … that it is only people who are to be feared. While your poem makes me feel a little sad and lonely, it is not because of the wind, but rather because of what it exposes as it makes a clean sweep. Good poem, Mick!

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  4. Your poem is so touching. Thank you for sharing with us. I recall as a child hearing that we can’t SEE God or the wind, but we can see how it blows trees, leaves and even us if it is strong enough. Enjoy the weekend and festive season.

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  5. Ishaan Sharma

    The first time I read it, I just found it nice because of the words and flow and stuff. Now that I read it again carefully, it feels much better. Waiting to read more by you.

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