05 September 2013

poetic riddling

feather touch or power 
surge a whisper or 
destructive roar in constant 
motion my breath 
transforms all you 
see while I remain 
myself unseen

this should be an easy guess - what am I?
Leave your answer in a comment.


back at the bar where we're sharing riddles

 

18 comments:

Brian Miller said...

oh the wind...it has no mercy and yet we only see it in the stirring of other things...smiles.

Mystic_Mom said...

Very good! I love it.

howanxious said...

I think that is a storm or may be a breeze which gets wicked sometimes.
Lovely write though!

nance said...

woosh!

Maggie Grace said...

Oh good...I knew this. Lovely write!

kkkkaty said...

Beautiful..yet another way to describe the formidable wind!!

Claudia said...

ah the wind - the wind - the heavenly child...so powerful and always invisible...cool

kaykuala said...

Yes, I should think it's the wind too! Nicely

aprille said...

unseen but never unfelt.
nice one

Björn said...

Sweet wind.. this is the breath... like it

Denise said...

The wind.

Grace said...

The wind, feather touch or surge of power ~ Good one ~

lovemorestudio said...

I really like the rhythm and flow of this poem, gusts and stills, just like the wind you write of. Nice~ Jason

turtlememoir said...

lovely - the wind is powerful indeed, truly transforming

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Nicely done. Love it as I do a gentle summer breeze.
Anna :o]

Mark Walters said...

That wind's a tricky thing. Great poem, thank you.

Margaret said...

A powerful, forceful WIND GUSTS... not a breeze! Could be Hurricane too.

Semaphore said...

'Wind' came to mind first of all. Beautifully succinct verse, well done!

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