Guest poem sent in by Tanmoy Saha
(Poem #1318) The Wind
The bay is thick with flecks of white. The freezing air is honed and thined. The gulls sleep on the stones tonight, Wings locked against the prising wind. With no companion to my mood, Against the wind as it should be, I walk, but in my solitude Bow to the wind that buffets me.
From: All You who Sleep Tonight I was slightly surprised to find that this poem was not on the minstrels collection. This is one of the best poems of Seth that I have come across...he is at his best when he pens these small ones (Remember 'Sit'? - Poem #966).... This poem needs absolutely no explanation at all....but do you ever wonder why is he against the wind "as it should be" ?! Some more of poems can be found at [broken link] http://www.nth-dimension.co.uk/vl/author.asp?id=235 Tanmoy P.S. Anybody know what Seth is working on next?