There once was a man of air,
whose memory was the rain;
he remembered a girl,
but could never be certain about her tears.
Her scent within him,
he went in search.
On clear days, he relied on the whiff of salt.
In the deluge he recalled her face.
Air and mud – sky and earth –
the longest search only to discover
they were always touching,
immiscible save in the storm.
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This is breathtakingly beautiful, excellent rythm, flowing and sweet as a nursery rhyme, but with the longing of a fairy tale.
Raz,
a lovely poem, I’d love to know what inspired it.
Paul.
Very nicely done, Raz. I like the imagery. Evocative; substantial and intangible simultaneously.
Thanks, all! Paul, really the main inspiration was the concept of a “Man of Air”.
Truly beautiful, Raz. The more I read it, the deeper it’s tendrils reach. Exquisite.