MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh

wind song

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whispers of wind buffet

the long, hanging chimes

brushing, caressing, clambering

clanging non-melodic tones

that grow, invent, cry out

a music more complex

than reason

like love

we think we know

but when we feel

all sense staggers

our understanding

is captured on the wind

 

 

 

 

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Author: mjnordgren

I am creating a series of novels set in rural southwest Missouri in 1940

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