The wind in the field

By Shannan

Fri, 20 Jul 2012
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The wind in the field

I walked in an open field
A luxurious wind encircling me
Tickling my ringlets of hair
Ocean’s sounds in my ears
Titillating and delighting my smile
Cooling and gratifying my skin
Amusing me all the while
Spurring my soul within

Provoking all my senses
The wind tantalized
Tranquilized my defenses
Whirling, spiraling, intertwining,
Orbing the sphere of my being
Embracing my baby finger
Frisking my ring finger
Dancing in the middle, a brief linger

Pirouetting on my pointer
Softly kissing my arms
Curling, furling, swirling,
While drifting along my palms
In animated exhilaration
The wind played around me
Cherishingly enfolding me
Protectingly, lovingly, free

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Shannan, your poem certainly got my senses going. This is definitely the kind of writing I love. I could feel the wind myself, just reading this. Thankyou for sharing this poem, simply wonderful. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Shannan on
Oh Jenny, THANK-YOU! That's exactly what I was trying to get across :-) It was SUCH a wonderful feeling. Thanks again. Shannan