Thursday, January 10, 2013
Arms outstretched gratefully...
or readying to take deep bows
Kindness from strangers lets me
basque in sunlight
under their admiring brows
The contented feeling comes when
breezes blow... life
borne of a mystery..
One with the universe..
residing here forevermore;
part of stories, lore
I am the Windmill
But my wish is to dance
through the hills to the sea
drinking old sherry
meeting others like me
Turning gracefully with
winds calm and serene...
.. I can also be wild,
felicitas and merry
I love museums, a bullfight; I'd defend
I love a good wind storm to
unleash the emotions I feel... for I want to
be a part of the reverie...
can anyone see that in me?
We landmarks are never wary..
but Cervantes gave me immortality
,,for his rendering of
a chivalrous man,
his horse, his friend and heroine..
built with stone, mortar and wood
I'm a model for others worldwide
Painted bright white,,
gleaming in the distance
as though in a Van Gogh delight
I mean many things to different minds
I serve as a reminder of dreams gone by
I stand for hope for the future - ideas,
vision and forsight....for,
all windmills have souls on site
Victoria at dversepoets.com invited us to write with imagism, using descriptive visuals to describe a feeling..