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WIND's PURPOSE

In dark wee hours of the morn
a blustery wind howls at the window
attempting to shake loose the panes
and warm itself inside.

Abed, I snuggle deeper
beneath the quilted warmth
like a squirrel in its leafy nest
on verge of drifting off to a troubled slumber
awaiting a possible late frost.
The farmers' bane.

But just before my weary self
enters the land of unmet fantasies
I realize the forceful wind,
the frail plants' friend,
will likely ward the frost away
as it rattles an un-pruned limb
stattico
against my abode
of dreams.

* another venture beyond rhyme

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
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I like that you have been writing in FV.
I think I can make a good critic of this without offending you, so here goes.

In wee hours of the morn
a blustery wind
howls at the window
attempting to shake loose the panes
and warm itself inside

Abed, I snuggle deeper
beneath the quilted warmth
like a squirrel in its leafy nest
on verge of drifting off to slumber
awaiting possible late (seasons) frost
the farmers' bane- (I get where you’re going, but the line threw me off.
I don’t think you need it)

But just before my weary self
enters the land of unmet fanasties “fantasies” (correction)
I realize the forceful wind
the frail plants' friend
will likely ward the frost away
as it rattles an unpruned (un-pruned) limb
(hard Against my window screen.)
Of dreams

In the end it is just an opinion to a friend.

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

I like that you have been writing in FV.
I think I can make a good critic of this without offending you, so here goes.

In wee hours of the morn
a blustery wind
howls at the window
attempting to shake loose the panes
and warm itself inside

Abed, I snuggle deeper
beneath the quilted warmth
like a squirrel in its leafy nest
on verge of drifting off to slumber
awaiting possible late (seasons) frost
the farmers' bane- (I get where you’re going, but the line threw me off.
I don’t think you need it)

But just before my weary self
enters the land of unmet fanasties “fantasies” (correction)
I realize the forceful wind
the frail plants' friend
will likely ward the frost away
as it rattles an unpruned (un-pruned) limb
(hard Against my window screen.)
Of dreams

In the end it is just an opinion to a friend.

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

Those double posts are a real pain aren't they lol. And I don't think I've Ever been offended by a well intentioned suggestion. Went ahead and corrected misspells (thanks).I'm giving adding "season's" serious consideration.Going to leave in the farmers' bane line.
against my abode
of dreams
vs,
hard abainst my window screen
of dreams............My window screen of dreams? I guess I'll pass on that lol...........stan PS but I'm considering adding "hard" to beginning of that line

author comment

The and of Unmet fantasies- could be a new title for a book, coining a new word here?

Dawn breezes whips the glass
sweeping frail frosts
farmers fantasy abed

No I can't at the moment that's not good,
but I like the three elements in this poem.

And the bane of farmers is dead right just there too.

"In wee hours of the morn" has a ....about it?

Is this prose poetry as it has a slight feeling
of leaning towards prose as opposed to poetry?

Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

I was aiming for image laden free verse. From my understanding, poetic prose would be written in more of a prose form. Glad you liked it and thanks for visiting..........stan

author comment

to me this is prose
- lovely prose, but prose all the same
love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

I guess it might just walk within the grey area between poetic prose and free verse. To me the thing that most clearly separates the two is presotation of form. But as I've stated many a time I'm not expert and especially not in free verse...........stan

author comment

Like a squirrel in its leafy nest

In Canada daily I observe
squizzies
out in the open
rain,
snow,
sunshine
and
be it frosty wind
at jet speed
They love it and I grin ..

But I read this poem
thinking twas one of humour
your kind wind>>>...!!!

loved

I reckon a lot of people Do laugh at my free verse attempts lol. Thanks for dropping by.........stan

author comment

the wind ....
normal belchy
humans make
hahaha

loved

In retrospect I don't think you're the only one expecting a gassy end lol. Can't become TOO predictable though lol......stan

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in closing your piece, in which I always struggle.
Rula

❤❤❤❤❤❤

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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I'm unsure how many poem I have sitting around awaiting a good ending so don't feel alone about your struggle. Thanks for the visit..........stan

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What ever you aimed for, i think you've crafted another cracker. I feel a sense of calm as i read this, as with most of your poetry. Regards Roscoe.

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

I'll assume a cracker is a good thing lol. And the feeling of peace just as one nods off Is what I hoped for. We all have enough turmoil in our lives for me to write stuff describing it all the time................stan

author comment

You write, We enjoy, there's not much more to say on this one apart from that the squirrel can sleep in its Drey or is nest OK ?????

drey - A squirrel's nest of twigs in a tree. See also related terms for twigs.
Hey see how I can look up words now aint I clever sometimes,
Yours Sparrow

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

during the months which aren't so cold squirrels actually build and sleep within nests they build of leaves. So down here we just call them nests. Drey is not a term I'd heard for them before. Reckon I'll save it for later use............stan PS You can always tell those who Use their thesarus lol

author comment

A little Bird told these things to me, when I use to walk in the countryside as a child.
Drey's, rookery, set's and many names were given to me, I lived in those ways and even now many of the words I knew are no longer used.
We use to call the milking parlour the Skilling's but the word has dropped out of use, and today only on a cottage conversion from a milking parlour to a holiday let has the word come up they call the place "The Skilling's" I couldn't believe that I was so old as to know a word that has been dropped from the Oxford Dictionary, LOL , Yours Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Must Both be getting old as I also recall some now defunct words : gwine - going to, nary- hardly....all I can think of off top of hollow head........stan

author comment

I would like to just look at the logic of events, to try to get to the guts of your meaning-
First we are introduced to a wind which seeks to warm itself- a personification of the wind.
We then encounter you snuggling in bed. But before you can enter the world of dreams you realize the wind is a friend to the "frail" plants...here i lost it. How could this cold blustery wind be a friend to the frail plants?? I think the wind needs to be a lot warmer, a lot softer, if it would "ward the frost away/
as it rattles an un-pruned limb/against my abode/ of dreams." Going back to the title, I am not feeling what the purpose of the wind is in this context.

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

On nights when the temps are in the low thirties in the time of year when trees and such are blooming a wind can actually keep a frost from forming and killing the blossoms. Have you never noticed that no matter how cold a night might be if the wind blows there is little or usually no frost on your wind shield?I may be assuming too much of readers by assuming they are aware of this. In any event I'm in the beginning stage of actually changing this to western classic which will be pretty drastic so I will keep your input in mind during this major rewrite.

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Yes i didn't have that knowledge and I think it's not a commonly known weather effect...
I would consider also changing the title to Purpose of the Wind as wind's purpose is a bit awkward.
Have you also considered the "logic" of events...do you have a clear feeling of what you want to say about the purpose of the wind, or are you looking for that to answer itself through the carving of the stone?

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

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