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WHAT THE WIND SAID

If the soft passing breeze could say,
If the wandering wind could share a tale
What do you dream it's dying to share?
Maybe, the thrill of blowing at some pirate's sail,
The grandeur of mountains most serene
Stretching high, proud, and pale,
Or beast's wings never before seen,
Groping at some far-off virgin sky
Untouched by humanity's lusty eye.

Or would it count for you, all the eons spent
Roaming this vast expanse of a world, so,
So ancient and spent?
Or say, why on certain days, it wails, so
And for all it knows, does God ever, ever repent?

Then again, like some elusive thing
Of all that's born of gloom and grey
It might spare us Truth's doom
Just one more precious day
Yes, the wise wind might choose instead
To keep its howling and screaming.
But nonetheless, silent as the dead!

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Botswana

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost, Lord Byron, Kalil Jibran, Andrew Marvel

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neopoet

neopoet

2 months ago

Neopoet AI [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem engages with the wind as a metaphorical voice, inviting reflection on nature’s mysteries and the passage of time. The opening lines effectively personify the wind, setting a contemplative tone that encourages readers to imagine what stories the wind might tell. The imagery of "pirate's sail," "mountains most serene," and "beast's wings never before seen" evokes a sense of adventure and untouched wilderness, which contrasts with the later mention of "humanity's lusty eye," introducing a subtle critique of human impact.

The poem’s rhythm is generally smooth, but some lines could benefit from tighter phrasing to enhance flow. For example, the line "Or say, why on certain days, does it wail, so" feels slightly cumbersome; reordering or trimming could improve its cadence. Additionally, the question "does God ever, ever repent?" introduces a theological dimension that is intriguing but might feel abrupt without further development or integration into the poem’s broader themes.

The concluding stanza introduces a shift in tone, suggesting the wind might withhold its "howling and screaming," choosing silence instead. This is a compelling idea, but the phrase "silent as the dead" is a strong image that could be expanded or nuanced to deepen its impact.

Consider exploring more varied punctuation and line breaks to control pacing and emphasize key moments. Overall, the poem presents rich imagery and thoughtful questions but could be strengthened by refining its rhythm and clarifying thematic connections.

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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

1 month 4 weeks ago

Dear Words,

I really love the personalities you have attached to the wind! these are my favorite lines:

Then again, like some elusive thing
Of all that's born of gloom and grey
It might spare us Truth's doom
Just one more precious day
Yes, the wise wind might choose instead
To keep its howling and screaming.
But nonetheless, silent as the dead!

the poem perfectly matches my mood today!

fondly, Cat

Words Ablaze

Words Ablaze

1 month 4 weeks ago

Hey Cat

Mmm...I just wanted to try something different, you know.... And if your mood is anything like this poem... You my friend are having some weird day, haha. The good weird.

 

 

Lavender

Lavender

1 month 3 weeks ago

What The Wind Said

Hello, WB,

I read this aloud a few times - it's so smooth. The mood it shares is introspective, and yet universal. As I read it, I envisioned myself traveling up above, just below the clouds wondering where I was going but knowing it did not really matter. Something bigger than me was carrying me along. 

Beautiful language.

Thank you!

L

Words Ablaze

Words Ablaze

1 month 3 weeks ago

Hey hey Lavender. Good to…

Hey hey Lavender. Good to have you reading my stuff again. Something bigger than you... you say, well that's beautiful. Mm I must be doing something right. Thank you for that.