Gone in the Wind


Gone in the wind,
My treasured memories drift,
And renewed thy presence swifting,
Like waves thriving on the sea.

Gone in the wind,
My hollowed soul meanders,
Throughout thy invisible thoroughfare,
And the desired piquant time,
Imagining thy dream of an orifice.

Gone in the wind,
My barren heart becalmed,
Captivated by the forlorn,
And avowed thy hidden,
For the primeval work.

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Writing lets me open up all my ideas and helps me understand who I am. My writing started in eighth grade when I had to write a short story for an assignment. My teacher, Mrs. Johnson, suggested I should be a writer. I took her word for it and I write every day. However, it was my Contemporary Literature teacher, Mrs. MacDonald, who got me involved with poetry. I had to transcribe a poem about myself. Naturally, I wrote it on my infatuation with books. No surprise really. Out of all my poetry, this one is my favorite, so please enjoy it.