Man of Air

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.

Latest Comments

  1. Cammies on the floor says:

    This is breathtakingly beautiful, excellent rythm, flowing and sweet as a nursery rhyme, but with the longing of a fairy tale.

  2. paul1510 says:

    a lovely poem, I’d love to know what inspired it.

  3. Blue Eyed Gypsy says:

    Very nicely done, Raz. I like the imagery. Evocative; substantial and intangible simultaneously.

  4. Monocle says:

    Thanks, all! Paul, really the main inspiration was the concept of a “Man of Air”.

  5. Squeaky says:

    Truly beautiful, Raz. The more I read it, the deeper it’s tendrils reach. Exquisite.

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