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The Wind from the Sea: SOL 14

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"Wind from the Sea" Andrew Wyeth 1947

The breeze comes through the window
pushing the pages of my book closed
I pick up the rock keeping the door open
and rest it on the pages of my book
but the door slams shut
scaring me and
making my heart pound
I leave it closed

The breeze comes through the window
cooling my tea
I move it over to the edge of the desk
and rest it on the pages of my book
but it slips and falls to the ground
hurting my foot and
making me get a towel which
I leave on the spill

The breeze comes through the window
distracting me from my writing
I move over to it 
and lean way out breathing in deeply
but my kids see me 
and shout "come play with us!"
so I put my pencil in the cup and
head outdoors

Comments

  1. Love the Wyeth painting and the poem inspired by it. It was indeed breezy in Maine this weekend and I hope you did get a chance to go outside and enjoy the breezes and the beautiful weather and your children.

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  2. Can't wait to feel a breeze come through the open windows again!

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  3. Oh I can feel that breeze and I've been there too when it has scared me from slamming the door shut. That's for sharing a great poem on an early Momday morning.

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  4. So you are getting March winds, too. This poem places me there with you. It's hard to stay inside when the weather is nice. Happy Spring!

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  5. What a perfect poem for a morning that will take us closer to spring. I'm ready, you?
    Kim, if you haven't sent me a picture of your writing space inspiration I would love it.
    Send it to:
    blkdrama@me.com
    Bonnie K.

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  6. Loved that last stanza particularly, Kimberley - your children calling, and that pencil put away. Beautiful.

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  7. We had the windows open yesterday, too, and it ruffled papers in the study. I'm glad you followed the breeze outdoors; it led to a beautiful poem!

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  8. That painting, the breeze, your words put me right beside you. The curtains and your words lift me up and I take a deep breath. Ahh.

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  9. I needed that sea breeze today! Love how you took inspiration from the painting. I can smell the salty air.

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  10. I love how you captured the breeze and how it was touching your day...
    ...Love where you ended up!

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