THE JUVENILE BREEZE
It floundered around on its mission of exploration
Filled with child like exultation
Whispered and nudged but alas missed .
Stealthily it came on tiptoe and kissed
A blade of grass .
Danced and pranced around with an intensity wild
Pulled at clothes on the clothesline
Cracking jokes elephantine .
And then in a burst of spunky mischief teased
A girl's strand of hair.
It fidgeted clumsily and then suddenly
spun quickly and still more quickly
stopped at the telephone wires
Swooped down to play with
A dog's tail.
Wafted across the fields
Amused at the fluttering clothes
and the scarecrows' weird getup
Tugged at the skeletal arm
of a scarecrow.
Mesmerized, it watched a woman
as she lit a fire outside her shack.
Puffed out its cheeks
like a birthday boy
And blew out the fire.
Moved further
lingered a while near the gambolling waves
gilded by sunset
and got wet
Thrashing a boulder.
Bloated with a secret conceit
As though by some demon possessed
It coquetted with the trees
In one boisterous sweep pushing away
A bird's nest.
Frightened and tumultuous
the birds flew
The nest fell down eggs and all
Twigs, pieces of thread
and a cotton ball!
Like a weary pilgrim
of a much travelled road
It sighed in guilt
At the crumbling of the nest so tirelessly built
and slumped and hid
in the foliage thick.
Like a chastened child
after a reprimand mild
with its puckered little face.
Painfully quiet, shamefaced .
At this action, ah so vile
No longer was the breeze a delinquent juvenile.
Filled with child like exultation
Whispered and nudged but alas missed .
Stealthily it came on tiptoe and kissed
A blade of grass .
Danced and pranced around with an intensity wild
Pulled at clothes on the clothesline
Cracking jokes elephantine .
And then in a burst of spunky mischief teased
A girl's strand of hair.
It fidgeted clumsily and then suddenly
spun quickly and still more quickly
stopped at the telephone wires
Swooped down to play with
A dog's tail.
Wafted across the fields
Amused at the fluttering clothes
and the scarecrows' weird getup
Tugged at the skeletal arm
of a scarecrow.
Mesmerized, it watched a woman
as she lit a fire outside her shack.
Puffed out its cheeks
like a birthday boy
And blew out the fire.
Moved further
lingered a while near the gambolling waves
gilded by sunset
and got wet
Thrashing a boulder.
Bloated with a secret conceit
As though by some demon possessed
It coquetted with the trees
In one boisterous sweep pushing away
A bird's nest.
Frightened and tumultuous
the birds flew
The nest fell down eggs and all
Twigs, pieces of thread
and a cotton ball!
Like a weary pilgrim
of a much travelled road
It sighed in guilt
At the crumbling of the nest so tirelessly built
and slumped and hid
in the foliage thick.
Like a chastened child
after a reprimand mild
with its puckered little face.
Painfully quiet, shamefaced .
At this action, ah so vile
No longer was the breeze a delinquent juvenile.
An unusual perspective illustrated through a selected vocabulary so interesting it enabled me to read through without pause gleaning enjoyment throughout. Thanks, Santosh!
ReplyDeleteSo charming! I love the analogy of the wind as a child and I love its antics as it moves through the scene, teasing, tantilizing, frightening and knocking things down... like a big, bad bully... Lovely work! My favorite part is at the end when the wind is ike a chastened child and I love imagining it's puckered face... Well done!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful amalgam of a live child in a continuous splay of wind - first the mind took a twirl then the senses shook up to realize the picture of words for winds and the enormous power so far greater than ours pure mortals - A gift of God Santosh
ReplyDeleteI love the way you write from nature's point of view and let us see ourselves - warts and all - through her playful eyes.
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