From dVerse and Sanaa inviting to write a poem in a Maggie Smith conversational style
Talk to the Wind
I talk to the wind that listens in selfish wispy drafts
only to float away
with other interests
I watch it disappear away from my page
personified
remnants then
in their
seasons passed
Cold clear crisp electric
Fall musty ochre sunset
Hot haze happy shimmer
Sprung earth new day
I talk to them, these
remnants
as they wisp back to reappear on my page
In their lost season
landing to ask if they are still here
in my wind, to speak for them
if I can forgive them for leaving me
behind
but keep them alive
still
under my pen
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