Is that the wind
or bird wings against the glass?
Inconstant wind,
like hands that never entwine,
just move lovingly through my hair.
The wind moved that night,
filled with righteous violence.
Cyclonic angels fierce in their mission,
swirling songs from their twisted throats
singing to souls of houses and trees,
lifted in rapture.
That night, I followed the wind
then it twisted and chased me
all the way to your door.
But you had gone-
all that was left
was that not-you,
windless.
Is that the wind
or bird wings against the glass?
Foolish bird.
Foolish wind.
*** For dVerse prompt tonight, we are chasing the wind. Hold onto your hats and join in!
The Course of Our Seasons 
Fun, this made me smile. Especially that last line
the wind does play tricks on we who would order the world.
I enjoyed your prompt. I really enjoyed your words. The personification of wind asits own living being – beautifully penned.
Oh, wow. Fantastic. A new favorite!
Hi Kathleen!
I am Ninot and I am glad I dropped by – your prompt was brilliant and your poem – reminds me of Wuthering Heights, with Catherine tapping at Heathcliff’s window. And all that rapturous pain and longing came to mind.
Well, a comment like this is hard to beat 🙂 Thank you for participating – And Wuthering Heights had not occurred to me – thanks for sharing that with me. K
You captured the wind, that night!
A moving poem with just the right amount of contrast between the elevation or elation of the wind and the let down or disappointment of his not being there. Nice, Kathleen.
I have really enjoyed your prompt, and all the poetry that emerged from it. Your poem touched my heart with its sense of desolation at the end.
Thanks, Viv – so happy you enjoyed the prompt – smiles
Beautiful – what a prompt 🙂
I save all poems I recv from u as all r so good n saving to always hv to look at n times I need a way to make me feel better/thanks to all of u that has this talent to put ur words into poetry
Wanda, this is such a sweet note. Thank you so much. It means a great deal to me that you get such comfort and pleasure from my writing. And I appreciate you telling me- K
Wow-wow-wow, this is good. Wish I’d known about the challenge, I’d have worked harder to make the A-team–but Brian Ens invited me to bring what I’d already posted today, so….
I am just happy you posted and joined in. I hope you will visit again. You will be welcome at any prompt. Thanks for participating!
I’m so looking forward to the next one–thank you muchly!
Oh, the twisted violence and speed of these windy lines! And it is the wind she wants, really, though it can not be possessed. I suspect he is there–but in comparison, he is nothing. Powerful piece and I love the closing couplet!
oh my – to follow the wind to something that had gone… powerful.
I hope it is just the wind and not birds against the glass. I have seen birds crash into my window at work it is heartbreaking. I would much rather it be the wind. Thanks for guest hosting I am enjoying the wind poems.
Evocative and moving!
The frustrations of not meeting one’s desire can be most telling, more so for someone dear to one’s heart! Beautiful write Kathleen!
Hank
Gone. ..like the wind. ..haunting, but beautiful piece.
Lovely capture!
Thank you so much for the fun prompt tonight! I love the images of wind you create with this poem and I especially love the lines:
“But you had gone-
all that was left
was that not-you,
windless.”
Beautiful!
Terrific energy, tinged with romantic yearnings, & mysterious breezes; a very nice adjunct to the prompt of Wind, nice illustration for the rest of us. Grace nailed my favorite line
/cyclonic angels fierce in their mission/ putting me in mind of the tornadoes I wrote about.
I like how this started and ended with a quiet wind at the window but in the middle there was a crescendo of Cyclone winds. Very nice. Peace, Linda
I really enjoyed reading the responses to your prompt, Kathleen, and this has all the movement and swirl of the wind itself.
Ah… look at you stepping out… very cool… do like the journey of your wind
What a beautiful poem Bjorn. And this has been such an amazing prompt. This poem – full of violence, sadness, betrayal…the wind – …this poem is lovely. I do like the way the first verse and last verse bring it all together and contain the wind in the poem.
that not you…windless….dead still air…
what a contrast between that and the first…
the derecho was the hardest wind I ever faced
and when it threw concrete block into my car and
ripped trees and powerlines and transformers…wow…
vicious indeed….
When we lived in the CO foothills, the chinooks pushed a bobcat tractor into our fence. Crazy scary winds sometimes!
I do identify with wondering if it is the wind or bird wings…that ‘inconstant’ wind always makes me question. Following the wind, and then finding them gone is heartbreaking. That kind of wind chills one to the bone!
The wind as the unfaithful lover.. I love that image.. so sad really.. This reminds me of a poem I almost learned as a kid (in Swedish) by Hjalmar Gullberg…
I found a translation here: http://dailytranscendence.blogspot.se/2008/12/kissing-wind-hjalmar-gullberg.html
It definitely was in the back of my head when I wrote mine, but to me, yours bring the same emotions.
What a beautiful poem, Bjorn – thanks for sharing it with me!
I love the energy in these lines:
The wind moved that night,
filled with righteous violence.
Cyclonic angels fierce in their mission,
I admire how the personification of the wind turned from nature to the person, also gone, not-you ~ Terrific prompt and response 🙂
smiles… that is a lovely prompt.. and a beautiful poem… so sad though that after the wind had guided her there he’s gone already… sigh…
Fantastic 🙂 I Just Love it!!
Thanks, Morgan – so happy you liked this!