Wind.
‘Twas forecasted, predicted.
Blowing here, raining there
Wetting foreign soil,
But drying, drying
This desert land.
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Wind.
Parching.
Lifting leaves to dance, to fly
Free from bounds
Of tired plants,
No sustenance left to offer.
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Wind.
Trees shed what’s left,
Dropping, dropping,
Nourishment for other plants
In seasons yet to come.
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Wind.
Beckoning the future,
“Come.”
“Be.”
Encouraging the present
To move into the past.
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Open arms wide. Eyes forward. Ride the wind.
I breathe,
And every little thing
Is fresh and new
Again.
I like that fact.
Allusion to Persona,
Carefully honed façade,
Oppressive.
‘Elusion’ of the glare
and
Others’ clear sight,
Imperative.
Reputation’s risked.
Hopes and dreams at stake.
The threat: Reality.
Careful observation would illuminate the truth.
The image people love: Illusion.
Disclosure, loss of luster, verity revealed,
Risky.
Can’t have that.
What would the People read on Friday?
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday...Glare, Luster, Threat
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