Windy day (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Wind to my hair;

Air to my wind pipe,

Vantage point from which I unwind,

My mind rewinds to the poem I ought to type.

Spiralling wind;

Spiral of dust-

Inspiring art;

Inspire, I must.

Flying leaves;

Flight in wind-

Yet flies can’t fly

In this raging wind!

I’m writing a poem;

Right in this phenomenal field

I would write some more

But my ink just spilled!

By: Phanuel Ayelum.

It really is a windy day out here. Just thought I could use the inspiration to patch up some wordplay!!!

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Published by Phanuel Ayelum

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