Conjurer
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speak
my name
and
let
wind
rise
restless
whipping
slipping
through tops
of trees
summoned
invoked
by
you
say
my name
whisper it
to
the
wind
send it
into
ripples
of
air
to
ride
across
the
sky
like sails
full blown
carrying
precious cargo
conjure
wind
conjure
gods
of air
implore them
entreat them
beseech them
bring
me
to you
stir
bird wings
stir
shadowed mist
stir
old bones
and
bid me
come
to
you
bid me
rise
like smoke
to
crisscross
treetops
peaks
cloud banks
rise
on
filaments
of
your
breath
rise
on
whirl winds
trade winds
rise
fly…
and
come.
9/27/07
1 comment:
I loved your poem. It sounds like someone was in need of love and desperate for them to show it. It is very detailed and full of metaphors. I loved it.
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