Red Wind


April 11, 2021 by petrujviljoen

hanging onto flight, as if it’s (dear) life (itself. being) incarnate doesn’t help.

reddened, some would say bloodied, rising above being rooted

surviving the wind-blown red land, numb, rooted to the cold.

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16 thoughts on “Red Wind

  1. Just Barry says:

    Striking and beautiful.

  2. Sumana Roy says:

    The picture is so beautifully depicted as if meant for the poem. Amazing.

  3. memadtwo says:

    If we just close our eyes and let ourselves go…(K)

  4. Susie Clevenger says:

    Rise and fly… or get high and get wings…love it!

  5. Misky says:

    this is a fascinating poem.

  6. coalblack says:

    Sounds like one hell of a high to me.


  7. Nan Mykel says:

    Ooh, powerful!

  8. Carrie V. H. says:

    “Rising above being rooted” this has a glorious feel to it! Lovely Petru!!

  9. qbit says:

    “as if it’s (dear) life (itself. being) incarnate doesn’t help” – Great!

  10. Helen Dehner says:

    A lovely interpretation of the image …..

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