Whispering Wind

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I stand on this ridge

seeing until Appalachian boulders

are swallowed by mist.

Bagpipes, sounds from some movie,

play in my memory, a reminder

that loneliness has a sound.

I zip my jacket, tighten my hood.

Even winter dies

eventually.

Sumedh Prasad on February 23, 2009 at 1:09 pm said:

So true. SO beautiful. Everything that is born will eventually die. But it is through the same loneliness can we see that within us, our real self, which does not know birth nor death.

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Mike on March 1, 2009 at 4:49 pm said:

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Darlene Franklin-Campbell – Appalachia – I am a poet, novelist and artist living in Appalachia. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm and we each have gifts to share along the way.

nochipa on March 5, 2009 at 1:08 pm said:

Thank you, Sumedh,

Your words are always appreciated and so very true. Thank you for reminding me.

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