Love is the Wind & Other Poems

Love is the wind

Love is like the wind; words of affection & love being blown between two lovers like stray leaves being blown in the wind on a brisk autumn night.

Friendship

Our Friendship is like a sturdy rock, impossible to move, & even more so to break. Our fighting is rare, our conflicts quick. The single thing that can sink our ship, and drown our relationship is immense heat, and even that does not work. Heat, my dear friend, you may try to melt us, and even if you do, you will cause our stationary relationship to flow faster than the wind. Once we cool, we will become stationary once again, but we will be bigger and stronger than the rest.

Words will kill

Sticks may break your bones, but words will kill. On the outside, one may seem as hard as stone or steel, but on the inside we are as beautiful and brittle as a wild rose. One curse word or unpleasant name, and that person will fall apart into a million little petals.

The Cherished Stranger At High St

One day at a dress shop,

I met a man selling rings,

For money he wanted to swap,

But I really wanted some strings.

"Got any strings?" asked I.

"For that's how I'll spend my money."

"No strings here!" said the guy.

He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely dresses,

I'll give you a very fine price."

"I'd rather have some compresses."

The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally special,

And his manner was strangely amused.

He wasn't what I would call especial,

Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,

Some say I'm a bit cherished.

Still he gave me a courteous nod,

As if he thought I was plenty perished.

So in search of my goal I departed,

But before the dress shop could I leave,

The man came running full-hearted,

"I can help you I believe."

"Rings, strings, you shall find.

Dresses, compresses, you can get.

You must now open your mind,

And get down to High St Market.

So to High St Market I decided to go,

In search of the strings I craved.

The winds it did eerily blow.

But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling shoes,

Dresses in many shades.

There were even stalls selling cues

People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,

She seemed to be rather cherished

I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.

I wondered if she was at all perished.

Before I could open my mouth,

She shouted, "For you, I have some strings!"

I headed towards her, to the south,

Past some dresses and rings.

"But how did you know?" I asked,

"Do you want them or not?" she did say.

Silently, the strings she passed.

Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I heard a crackle

Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?