April 14, 2013 at 1:32 pm (history, literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, politics, sociology, Stories) (, , , , , , )

When this feisty wind blows, how is it?
Will our bonds fall? Our stays loosen?
Will our breath slow? Our fists open?

For sure, our bonds will not fall, nor stays loosen,
nor our breath will slow, nor fists will open.

We must pitch our tent then, tied and tethered?
We must build our base then, trussed and trammelled?

Ah, but unpinioned thought will out and grasp the gale,
shaking the land-lashed by the ears,
unleashing us, in all honesty, blow by whipping blow.


  1. unfetteredbs said,

    love the “roll” of this Julia.

  2. nobodysreadingme said,

    It’s another one of your enigmatic pieces that I like but can’t quite work out why. I guess it doesn’t matter, does it?

  3. iamforchange said, So many have shared so much with me and I wish to share as well please accept my nominations and if nothing else know I am grateful for your sharing on your pages with us all and the time you share with me on mine.Thank you!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Joe

  4. metonymy4u said,

    great, great…my favorite lines were feisty wind and unpinioned thought

    • Julia Dean-Richards said,

      ha ha, thank you for your visit this evening. when I saw your comment I had to read this again to find out what it was. Do you ever write things and forget what you wrote?

please feel free to comment on these poems - all feedback appreciated. :)

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