SESTINA | POETRY | LIFE
The Winds of Life — Anemoi
A sestina poem
On a breezy April Day,
chasing happiness of the temporary, you let down your hair
to fight the wind, without caring much which one will win,
raven, glossy, thick hair, picking light and color except from grey,
you smile thinking you can change it all and make it through the wind,
as an army of birds lands on a wire, flapping flights with strong wings.
Six birds are resting on the wire, chirping and twitching their wings,
seeking attention and chasing mates on a windy May Day,
and you let your hair strands down to tango with the wind,
as it gently ruffles your long, highly iridescent, strong, raven hair,
you think Spring flowers bend a little, and half fade to grey,
you notice life is not always fair and you focus on what you can win.
Chasing stability and graceful transitions, you’re here for the win,
only four birds were left on the wire, a sharp flicking movement of wings,
and it feels as if some of their feathers were turned to grey,
on a gusty August Day,
as you let down your blue-black liquid patina…
