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Wind Whispers: A Poem of Movement

Updated on January 2, 2018
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I have a BA in English Writing and a Minor in Sociology. I am a writer, editor, feminist, and potterhead.

The Closeness of Poetry

Poetry is a close friend. Its speakers tell me a secret or an inside joke that I will only understand if I scoot just that inch closer to their mouths. And when I allow my arms to open, I can feel poetry crawl into my lap for the warmth. I know that poetry would do the same for me, when next I need to be the warmth seeker.

This is my attempt to portray how much this feeling means to me.


Click on the video capsule below to read along with me! =)


Wind Whispers

I have
who swoops in

He scatters frowns and tears from
people with fears of falling
into blackened pits

He changes cries into bird fights
and teasing words of dulled
prickers and love bites.

He lifts up limbs of wooden grace
when the trunks who bear them forget
how to carry the pressure--
the memories
of their once truer heights.


He slides past 'nana peels
with slimy ears and rotten cores
who sit,
fomenting in pools
on a bully's tongue
and he laughs
at the corner's throne.

He snatches bitch! and loser!
and loop-dee-loops
the slurs out of harm's way.

And I walk on unaware.


And then he settles
on a trunk once 60 feet longer
now swirling
'round the edge
of a jagged
wooden throne of stools
and settles
once more
on a

I have a friend
who listens
and answers
in long whirling whines
and low fog horn breaths.

He always knows when
your skirt is free
to pull and lift

wait. He's stopped listening.

When it whirls and twirls then stops among the chipmunks and squirrels,
that's when I know he's playing hide and seek.

Sometimes I follow
beckon him to stick around for dinner.


But mostly I let him be.

And when he thinks
I'm not listening,
he sneaks up behind me,
surfacing from under piles of leaves,
crashing upon the shore of my back porch
to tickle split ends and whisper, "It's okay."


Please vote. I'd love to hear from you! =)

Does poetry feel like a close friend to you?

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© 2014 Jennifer Kessner


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      Jennifer Kessner 3 years ago from Pennsylvania

      Thank you so much! =) I enjoy writing them, too, though mine don't tend to be as long. (Though I love to read long ones. xD)

      You have a great day as well, and thanks again, for reading and for commenting! =)

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      PurvisBobbi44 3 years ago from Florida


      I love reading and writing poetry of love, romance, and I especially like to write long poems of love.

      Your poem was beautiful--keeping writing them.

      Have a great week,

      Bobbi Purvis

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      Jennifer Kessner 4 years ago from Pennsylvania

      Oh, I so know what you mean about frenemy! I just read The Fault In Our Stars by John Green, and there's a part where the girl finds the boy in his car completely incoherent, and then he asks her to recite poetry as they wait on the ambulance, and she recites The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams! That's one of my favorite poems, and now it will always be bittersweet.

      Thanks so much for your addition, and for reading! =)

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      FlourishAnyway 4 years ago from USA

      I liked your portrayal of poetry as a friend. Depending on who you're reading, it can be a true and comforting friend or even a frenemy.

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      Jennifer Kessner 4 years ago from Pennsylvania

      ^_^ Glad to know I'm not the only one!

      Thanks for reading, listening, and also for commenting! =)

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      Abba Elijah aka elijagod 4 years ago from Abuja - Nigeria


      Nice poem.

      Yea poetry is sometimes my close friend