I ponder the landscape before me
The heat blistering
Vapors rising from its midst
Near blurring my view
Like steaming asphalt
On a summer day
Then winds caress its surface
A summer zephyr
Hot in its own space
Compared to the craggy topography
In the near distance
I can see the drafts
Bending the haze to its will
Its passage a forgone conclusion
Or so I thought
As one harsh gust
Changes the very terrain
Blasting away all in its path
Looking from the empty fork
To the mound freshly fallen
Upon the floor
It’s just as well I think
Damn food was too hot anyway
Happy St. Paddy’s Day!!
Today at dVerse, guest pubtender Kathleen Everett has prompted us to write a poem about the wind. I suspect a very hot serving of pilaf and a very hungry tummy that lead to some impatient huffing and puffing on my part, with unfortunate results, is not exactly what was meant, but hey – it works right? Right.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Winds of March
Let’s see how others are blowing their way through this 17th day of the challenge:
Great description of the scene, and I love the ending. Peace, Linda
That is a very messy ending – smiles – Love the summer zephyr – what a great use for that wonderful word – thanks for joining in tonight!
🙂 Thanks Kathleen, indeed it was. Thank goodness for vacuums.
oh dang…lost your dinner..ha that is a danger at picnics…when the wind blows…
we had a derecho a few years ago…to see it coming and the destruction it left..
that was massive…
A derecho, whoa. Watching it headed towards you, I can only imagine.
Well the ending was unexpected, smiles ~ I admire how the wind can change landscape and craggy topography ~ Nice, I like the word zephr ~
Thanks Grace, I do like my last stanza twists.
Yes it does work.
This is so very charming–I am a big sucker for the kinds of heat waves you describe–I find them so fascinating to find in the air–and then so funny to have it be on a plate–very clever and got a big smile here–thanks! k.
Glad you enjoyed K. Thank you!
Zephyr…wonderful use of that word and then the ending! It’s passage a foregone conclusion…great line in this and it seems to tie everything together.
Who knew “Zephyr” would be such a popular word with this group? 🙂 Thank you Karen.
It’s like the word “mellifluous”….that’s another word folks seem to like. 🙂
hahaha at the end… makes me think of the only time I ever had a picnic; birds started to swarm above and had to get inside fast… didn’t drop my food, but damn those birds were very close to attacking me for it. smiles.
Hah, sounds like Alfred Hitchcock would have enjoyed that picnic. Thanks Anthony!
Oh a devastating end of the nice picnic.. The description of the wind working its way over the craggy landscape is delightful. Very nice turn that made me read the poem several times.
LOL! Something about that zephyr travelling over mounds of picnic foods instead mounds of earth does change the tone entirely, no? Thanks Björn!
Ha, you got me there – I wasn’t expecting that! And that’s why my boys don’t enjoy picnics very much (and all those insects too). Charming and very creative.
Yeah, all those insects really bug me too. * smiles* Thanks Marina.
ha – loved the punch line 🙂
🙂 Thanks Bill.
LOL! What a fun punchline!
Glad you got a laugh out of it Madeline, Thanks.
I’m a bit dull, so your explanatory note at the end made me re-read the poem in light of the real meaning. THEN, it was fun. Prior to that, I thought it was just going to be yet another flowery poem about wind. It was great.
I would appreciate a hint a little earlier in the poem so that I don’t have to read it over again. Just a thought. I my last poem on wind, now that I think of it, I should have told more up front too, perhaps.
I thought about an earlier hint, but felt it diluted the full impact of the reveal at the end. I realize some may miss the “joke”, as you had, but as most seem to get it, so I thought it worth the risk. I’m happy you did enjoy it once you got it. Thanks Sabio.