lash me by your wind

convergence-of-the-four-winds-michelle-vynConvergence Of The Four Winds by Michelle Vyn

be the wind of lost thought
seeking redemption of ideas

that burn

inside the hollow eyes,

have you ever thought of that pink scarf,
bleached, tattered, zooming through the sky
like a fake smile on your lips?

have you ever heeded the power of a blow
of air on the birthday candles, how it
erases the years lived?

be the wind that you can’t be,
be a smelly fart if need be,
be an ode to nature, or
a quatrain that seeks nothing.

do you know of the neck
that was adorned atop the light
house, where I stood, the wind:
my body, my sheath, my life,

and how it felt to be suspended
with nothing else to spare
but for a breath of air,
hair ruffled,
silences bespoken;

do you know that neck
belonged to me?

I died that second,
and I have been dying
thenceforth.

I am the wind, I am
the power,

and I am invariably caught
in this struggle.

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wordle challenge- nude impression

the nude impression

of the sylph,

adorned with

the power of enticing lust

and the beauty of touch;

the incarnation of Aphrodite,

gifted by Persephone;

departing

to the seamless darkness

underground,

away from the world

of somatic tethers,

away from

the blinding light.

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Our True Selves + Story of the Swamp Deer and Us

A different way of seeing yourself… Seeing yourself in a different light- it would definitely show you the inner-most feelings that you’re trying to hide even from yourself. You may not even identify the person you really are. And that is the path where we all fail in loving ourselves- the true ourselves.

I had heard a long time back,

In the days of childhood,

The story of a swamp deer,

Who adored his lovely antlers,

Sitting atop his head.

This was the personality of his,

He really really adored,

But couldn’t see his flexible legs,

Because they were ugly.

He had a false perception of himself,

Which just covered his beauty,

He could no more see his real power,

The power that his legs beheld.

Once going through the forest by the lake,

Admiring the shadow of his lovely antlers,

The swamp deer heard the loud call,

Of the vicious predator wolves.

The voice came from nearby,

And the deer knew this time is so wry,

He started to run away from the voice,

But till then the wolves had got his trail,

And now were now behind their prey.

The swamp deer started running away,

And soon it seemed he had lost the wolves,

All thanks to his long flexible legs,

That gave him the power of running so well.

The swamp deer took a deep breath of relief,

But still in order to save himself,

Made an incentive to hide in the long bushes.

As he entered the bushes, everything went loose,

For his beautiful antlers got stuck in the bushes.

He tried, struggled to get them free,

But there was nothing he could do.

All his struggles were in vain,

And all of a sudden again came the howl.

It seemed as if the prey has been found again,

The swamp deer tried to get himself free,

He struggled even more and more,

And now even cursed God for his beautiful antlers.

The rest of the story goes like as what you can imagine,

The legs at first saved the swamp deer,

But his beautiful antlers brought him death,

For he could not accept himself fully,

He couldn’t know his real power,

That resided in his legs.

Similar is the case of us all,

We get a perception, we love ourselves,

For the image we have of us in our minds,

But the powerful truth resides in our feelings,

Within us, hence, it is time for us to embrace “us”.

Here I tell a man’s story…

Here I tell a man’s story-

How he unleashed the power,

And achieved his glory.

Despite of the prevalent blood shower.

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The man was adventurous,

Looking for the gold,

That is the most lustrous,

Which requires him to be quite bold.

.

He reached the bloody land.

Where there were present the relics of war,

He dug up the sand,

Till he reach the earth’s core.

.

Astounded, he found the big egg,

Made up of pure gold,

Without anyone’s reg,

He touched it, so cold.

.

The thunder rocked the sky-

And descended a big creature,

Scared, darkened color of deep fry,

And that very much tells about his feature.

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The man, once terrified,

Did not know what to do,

And even cried,

And even peed, but not in the loo.

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The creature sensed fear,

And spoke as if wanting man to adhere-

“Oh My Dear!

How dare you touch this sphere?”

.

The man was shaken,

But gained his sword ,

His body, nicely awaken,

Cut the head of the darkness’ lord.

.

The fight was won,

Which wasn’t a fight at all,

The deed was done,

The man’s head rose in pride tall.

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Here comes the end of the story,

How a man unleashed the power,

And attained his false glory,

With no blood shower.

That was fun… I loved writing it. I know it is absurd, but that is the best thing about it, I think. Just for a quick laugh- yes, you can laugh reading this hopeless flop story.