Sunday, February 04, 2018

the wind hears us

This was a response to a prompt at Midweek Motif at Poets United. Wind Power. Some response. It was many super moons ago. Better late than never, okay?

vector drawing by illustrade at pixabay

the wind hears us

the night is falling
the wind is coming home
it carries with it
the smoke of burning weeds
from the fields
the sweet scent of a lit cigarette
the shrill squabbling of birds
in the trees coming home to roost
the sergeant's angry yell at a guard
hokkien profanities
the thud of helmets on soil
the clicks of emptying weapons.
a song wafts from a pocket radio
the lady singer crooning
love is a river that won't flow back.

someone says he misses home
the wind hears us, sighs
and nods in agreement.


“How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.”
― William Faulkner

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2018

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Blogger Mary said...

Ah, the wind hears all and carries messages to all. You included so many wonderfully vivid details. Some pleasant -and some not so much. Your work always provokes thought.

04 February, 2018 22:47  
Blogger brudberg said...

You paint so well that emotion of being soldier... I have only been it in peace, but I recognize that feeling of being disconnected from the world.

04 February, 2018 23:43  
Blogger annell said...

It is said, spirit is in the wind.

05 February, 2018 00:41  
Anonymous Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

The sad laments of life carried on the wind. Interesting and powerful images.

05 February, 2018 00:57  
Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is incredibly evocative 💖💖 I can feel the ache and longing.. so palpable here in your poem.

05 February, 2018 02:36  
Blogger Sherry Marr said...

Oh, how I am struck by "Love is a river that won't flow back." And those closing lines. Wonderful!

05 February, 2018 02:51  
Anonymous belle said...

Wow, I love these:

"the smoke of burning weeds
from the fields
the sweet scent of a lit cigarette"

"a song wafts from a pocket radio"

"a river that won't flow back"

"someone says he misses home
the wind hears us, sighs
and nods in agreement"

"say something nice (or nasty)" ... Ha. Quite the invitation. :)

05 February, 2018 03:50  
Blogger Myrna R. said...

Well, glad you didn't consider this too late. This poem deserved to be written, even if it missed the prompt date. I so much enjoyed the mix of things the wind can carry.Such is life - a paradox.

05 February, 2018 04:09  
Blogger R.K. Garon said...


05 February, 2018 07:00  
Blogger Old Egg said...

What an unsettling poem so reminiscent of so many wars in the recent past. In it I felt those sounds of conflict being the usual way of life and the future unseen as only the present could be dealt and their children knowing nothing other than war.

05 February, 2018 12:57  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I think this is a wonderful poem – so brilliantly evocative and immediate, in such apparently simple language. It put me right there among the sounds and the scents, beautifully conveying the bleak mood.

05 February, 2018 13:10  
Anonymous dsnake1 said...


thank you! :)


sometimes in the service, it can feel like a different world.


oh yes, especially in our Asian beliefs. :)


Thank you! :)


because there are much better things to do, like being with the family & loved ones.

05 February, 2018 14:16  
Blogger Kim Russell said...

The sense of smell comes through strongly in the opening lines - I like the way it transforms into sounds.

05 February, 2018 15:58  
Blogger ayala said...

Evocative and powerful!

05 February, 2018 19:03  
Anonymous dsnake1 said...


yes, it was a popular Chinese song back then.. :)


welcome, and thanks for your comment.
most of the comments are supportive and encouraging, but occassionally there are some nasty and critical ones. :)


i still have some older poems that still have not been posted, for various reasons. some i might want to rework, some i thought might offend certain people. :)


thank you. :)

05 February, 2018 21:27  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


thanks for the insightful comment.
it's a good thing i need not fire a shot in anger, but the way we trained was to train for war.


thank you! :)


thank you.
yes, i think smells and sounds are what these scenerios are mostly made of. :)


thank you! nice to see you again. :)

06 February, 2018 15:27  
Blogger A Cuban In London said...

Very vivid. Thanks.

Greetings from London.

10 February, 2018 07:13  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Cuban! great to hear from you. :)

11 February, 2018 20:16  

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