Thursday, February 16, 2006

Fighting the wicked wind

I shouted at the wind. "We should have a talk you and I. You see you can't go around people like that, play with their hair and then quickly run away. It's just not done!" He didn't like it, you see, and blew me off with a push. He never grew up, I suppose, the wicked wind of north. So what is left for me to do? Run away south... where his whims would be nothing more than echoes in a seashell.

2 Comments:

Blogger Catalin.G. said...

Hi! It seems like you are talking of a person whose imature,and gets in people's way,and make's them all sorts of trouble,not great but just enough to annoy them, I hope I'm not one of this kind :-),but at the same time it reminds me of the Wizard of Oz, I can't tell how,but the poetical approach seams to me quite the same though not identical, the language is simple but communicative,and final a poetical "turn of key" good for an ending...I hope I didn't trouble you with this notice. Did you ever visit allpoetry.com ? I think it's a nice site, my logo there kata123,bye!

6:29 PM  
Blogger madalina said...

Sometimes I do get inspired by certain people..sometimes I don't. What inspired me for this post was watching Chocolat the other night. That, and a feeling of being trapped, an intense need to run away...

11:33 PM  

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