Whispering Wisdoms of Whimpering Windy

Frenzied, panic this afternoon day, when Whispering Wisdom of Whimpering Windy forgetful lay.

Wishfully wondering where she lost herself today.

She frowned and she fret, or she fretfully frowned.

That all her day searching herself un-abound.

She searched and she searched.

Beneath water and log. She scurried and she hurried, or she hurriedly scurried, but her mind still with fog.

Undoing, unscrewing she searched and she searched. Just wishing and hoping her life would not trod.

But with all this doing-undoing and wondering and wishing this Whispering Wisdom of Whimpering Windy disappeared in the fog.

She seethed at the mist that consumed all around and wondered if ever her dear Whispering Wisdom would once again come ‘round.

Oh please! Oh please! Great Mist can’t you see, that without my Whispering Wisdom I am no longer me!

The Great Mist could not speak or give any clue to Whimpering Windy but darker and darker it grew.

With great thought young Windy attempted to stay true but it was no use to face the world without the Whispering Wisdom she once knew.

So, she drew to the only weapon of life she had left to un-do.

It was then when Whimpering Windy journeyed into the dew.

Great stories she’ll tell you of what she had to do to fight the Great Mist of here and around but the battle was won and the Great Mist withdrew!

To reveal her Whispering Wisdom was brighter and new! So here is one tale of truth to unfold, that the Whispering Wisdom of Windy is now bold.

For those who once knew the Whispering Wisdom of Whimpering Windy I tell you, you will find no sign of the Whimpering Windy you thought you knew.

She holds wisdom of truth for she cannot lie and with new courage she found her life came around.

“How silly of me!” She blissfully thought, “That to lose myself is like losing a pot!” For what she had lost was so easily found, because the great Whispering Wisdom once gainfully gained was all around!

True to herself she found courage once more to remove the whimper from her day-to-day chore.

So, now you may see as the Great Mist s’at ease what once was a whimper is now just Windy!

The Isle of Contempt

Long are the days in which this small island saw the reflections of blue skies and a horizon of calm seas. Nestled within the dark shadows of the forest were the homes of history’s most fearsome figures. Cast away many moons revolved these ancient wanderers festered in the sentiments of their out casters who reveled at the defeat. The out casters lived in their universe of pleasantness and sunshine blinding them of the definitive cycles of nature. Theirs was a world in which magic was forbidden, a world in which story-telling was punishable by a barbaric code of tongue slashing, so that never again could the magic of stories and their enchanted characters be heard. The greatest power exacted over their universe was to refute the presence of these ancient creatures. Their world was lost and doomed to an island of tempestuous seas, ever present gray skies, and a continued sentiment of doubt and disbelief in the world in which they existed-never part and never whole.

All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go!

As has happened on more than one occasion, I’ve spent precious time agonizing and preparing for something that in the end didn’t happen, and this my friends is the metaphor of my life. So join me on my self-deprecating journey to enlightenment or something like it.

Storm

 

oh God! oh God!

It was my fault,

To sit and wait,

and watch the storms roll in so late.

My heart did pound and pound,

The rumbling thunder is such a great sound.

My inner turmoil just could not rest,

I did not want the storm to cease at best.

I begged this storm to test, to test!

I’ll pass I promise, I can attest.

You tease me, taunt me, and chastise my vest.

I’ll ask for more and dare to protest.

You don’t scare me!

You’re just a moment;

A passing turbulance in space and time.

This damage I can repair.

My hope you’ll never tear.

And as for you, I raise my fist, and compare, compare,

I will survive, and live to tell, I dare, I dare!