Wind-tossed hair. Light rippling across turf-pounding crests. The roar of sea slapping land. The whirl of wind peeling around a bluff jutting into a foamy sea. The intimacy of losing every sense of separation from creation, amidst the battering elements that intoxicate every sense. The stillness inherent in the movement of wind and water. The Spirit at work within.
Wind
and rushing
water
What more can I say about
the mystery of poetry?
for dVerse Poets’ Poetics: Secret Ingredient (pubtended by Amaya Engleking)
Colleen’s WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 113, HAPPY DECEMBER! POETS CHOICE OF WORDS (Wind and Water)
With Real Toad’s The Tuesday Platform (imagined by Sanaa Rizvi)
Frank J. Tassone 
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