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Wind : The world is my oyster - A poem by Richard Mawby

Updated on December 28, 2013
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The day I became one with the wind… It is an experience I will never forget. I felt the power within the breeze as I stood by an open field, I myself sheltered by a small copse. For a while I merely admired the strength as it buffeted against me, my arms outstretched as I let my body rest against it. I felt a magic within the air that rushed past me and so I began to talk to the wind through my thoughts and my voice. I asked it to bestow upon me its wisdom, strength and to share its secrets, the many whispers that float within its midst.

I became one with its flow, my body naturally sensing its vibes as it ebbed and flowed. Suddenly words entered my quiet mind, words of inspiration spoken to me in the wind’s perspective and through our connection they were recorded by me. As I voiced the words aloud, the wind replied as it buffeted heavily upon my body, its intensity growing with positive energy as I reached the last verse.


“… I will never forget… The moment I became one with the wind…”

“… and here are its words…”

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Wind : The world is my oyster


The world is my oyster

Forever I shall flow

Through waves unmanaged

My power it shall grow

As I wash away your troubles

And take away your woes

Stand before my wisdom

Spread your arms and grow

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I bestow my courage upon you

As you bathe within my grasp

Let my strength become your anchor

As you gaze beyond your mask

Join me on my voyage

Across these troubled plains

The world is our oyster

As we journey beyond mortal chains;


© Richard Mawby

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      Mary McShane 3 years ago from Fort Lauderdale, Florida

      Hi Richard, This is a beautiful poem with equally very beautiful and complementary pictures. You continue to outdo yourself with each new work and when I see in my notifications that Richard Mawby has published a new hub, it is the first one I visit over all other notifications.

      You never cease to intrigue and entertain with your writing. Please keep up the great work.

      Mary

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      Richard Mawby 3 years ago from United Kingdom

      Hi Mary,

      Thank you so much for that kind comment. Have you tried listening to the accompanied song while reading, I think it takes this piece to a whole new height.

      I feel honoured that you would do so with the notifications. As long as people like yourself enjoy and ponder over the words I publish, that is all I hope for on HubPages... Such words should be shared and spread to inspire more and more individuals.

      Many of these works that I post on here are from pure inspiration, hence that special essence within them that you cannot quite put a finger upon....

      Thank you once again for your response and take care, Richard.

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      Mary McShane 3 years ago from Fort Lauderdale, Florida

      LOL - after watching and listening to The Wind Song for about 20 seconds, I realized it was meant to be an accompaniment to the poem. (Sorry, I'm a bit slow on the uptake these days dealing with some new medical issues I wrote about on Christmas Day).

      The music made the reading that much more enjoyable and puts the reader in just the right place.

      As I wash away your troubles

      And take away your woes

      Stand before my wisdom

      Spread your arms and grow

      I love imagery and this is Perfection!

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      Richard Mawby 3 years ago from United Kingdom

      lol... that is alright... Sorry to hear about that, hope you overcome the issues... Listen to new world music like Enya and let your mind float away from such troubles. Her music seems to hold within it so much inspiration.

      It does indeed, and yes, I think the words came to me not through a voice, but rather through feeling and imagery, so it becomes trapped within each verse what particular image or feeling was flowing through me at that moment in time.

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