boy with a bird cage.. finally managed to paint him…
wind on the islands’s different—
&
i dunno where to start
a city’s lung
its smoke and grit
the birdcage boy with sad eyes
touched
something in me,
forgotten beach,
my hair in thousand knots
i’ll fly, then board a train– so easy
rent a bike
he’s carried in a storm,
an image of an image in a dream
&i get lost
between x’s
of unsovled equations
in the streets
fata morgana’s are not only born from heat
they’re daughters of the wind,
shift/ed sand
trying to find a/way into the eyes, ears, nose
&pile to castles where rapunzel, dwarves&knights
i ever met live happily as flat mates,
playing chess
on sunday evenings
the wind dictates the game
shaking pawns&queen
“it might be freezing cold” a colleague says
“&it could rain all day”
it could be everything
i think
&let him have his way
biting my ears with ice-cold lips
“i’m unpredictable” he whisp/ers
tender in a way&yet uprooting trees
within me
he’s blind in many ways
sees more
the movement of his lips
whips sand against my skin
with puffed up cheeks
he licks my feet
then throws himself
back out//
into the ocean
.
for dVerse where Grace’s yet unnamed guesthost 😉 has us write wind…
jaywalking the moon 
I love how looking at that boy with a cage sparks the beach scene and it’s wind/wave maleness, who believes he’s unpredictible–who can be unpredictible just when we become used to the everyday. I wonder now about the boy and his hidden “urban fantasy” life. The painting itself is windswept.
so loved this… could feel everything about the wind
when I lived in florida, time was different…and even the wind….we used to call it florida time….like island time…which is where you opening line took me…the wind tastes different though….not the smokers cough of the city….I like how the boy impacted you though and it is carrying over…uprooting trees within me is a cool way of saying it…
Interesting story about the birdcage boy with sad eyes. Glad you were able to paint him and write him into a poem. And it seems he touched you on a deeper level as well…taking you back into experiences and memories!
Your poem reminded me of the sands in Tunisia…how they created shapes that seemed to be alive…another wonderful poem.
Love the painting, smiles ~ I admire how you caught the boy with sad eyes~
And brushstrokes of fairy tales- castles, dwarves&Knights –
“i’m unpredictable” he whisp/ers
tender in a way&yet uprooting trees
within me
Thanks for playing along Claudia ~
I like how your painting is inspiring poetry and vice versa. Tha painting is lovely – like “an image of an image in a dream”. The wind personified is proud to have this poem as a dedication to him. Beautiful writing Claudia.
Oh I have missed more on that boy with the birdcage… how you weave him into your tale is so intriguing…
“an image of an image in a dream” reminds me of Poe and the dream within a dream.. would there be a raven in the bird-cage?
A great capture indeed that took seed. The wind can sure take one to different spots depending on where they are. Hope the feet got washed though lol
Claudia, such a beautiful capture of the winds moods – and fascinated that the boy with the birdcage has captured you somehow.
I love the lines
“i’m unpredictable” he whisp/ers
tender in a way&yet uprooting trees
within me’
Lovely!
I am glad that not only were you able to paint the boy with the birdcage, but how you brought him into this second poem. The wind at the beach is different but what I think of with this poem is how the winds blow in the Badlands of SD….carving shaping painting, unpredictable yet soft sometimes and others, uprooting, shifting rocks….lovely!
Some of my favorite lines: “my hair in thousand knots” and “he’s carried in a storm,
an image of an image in a dream.” And I like your painting, too. Peace, Linda
Feels like the sand dunes of Sylt or other islands in the North Sea – immense flatness, shifting sands, wind blowing at high speed… you too went for the lover analogy. Interesting! For me the wind is always annoying, never wanted.
“Windswept” could be another title for both the painting & the poem; your POV seems to shift wonderfully, as can be your style; always love the ride. I liked the lines /a city’s lung/its smoke & grit/ & the lines /&i get lost/between x’s/of unsolved
equations/in the streets/. A very strong verse, that rocks the wind every which way.
And my non-existent hair is being blown from left to right and back to left! 🙂 Loved your poem. You could say I have been windswept by it. 🙂 Thanks.
Greetings from London.
“i’m unpredictable” he whisp/ers
tender in a way&yet uprooting trees
within me…love this and the painting. The boy with the sad eyes made me think of a boy I saw today 😦
I just love this painting… both the painted version and the word version. 🙂
the birdcage boy with sad eyes… that’s an image that will stay with me.
Always a great experience to read your poetry. Cheers!
You really conveyed how the wind affects our perception of the world around us, Claudia. I can feel and see it.
A birdcage in hand can bring sadness certainly! Is it thinking of the bird’s sad fate or the responsibility of looking after it!
Hank
Playful wind…loved ‘ uprooting trees
within me’ . Painting and boy with a cage – really with sad eyes…colors thru sand…arches so mystical…let’s go to see them playing chess….I’m in…smiles
I like how you capture the different faces of the wind.
Beautiful imagery!
My favorite part it says so much about life and the journey being unpredictable sometimes struggling to get grounded.
“i’m unpredictable” he whisp/ers
tender in a way&yet uprooting trees
within me
I have to share this “ooo-whee-ooo” moment with you: Just a day or so ago, your blog title came to mind (I wasn’t even ON the blogs, mind you–but walking to the store). I didn’t attach much significance, just a thought–and then today a reader suggested I participate “at the bar”; and boom, here we are, together again. Marvelous poetry, as always.
“tender in a way&yet uprooting trees
within me”
I’m having yet another Damn-I-wish-I’d-said-that moment.
Oh…as fluid as the sea – gorgeous
Your wind sounds like that exciting elusive lover, Claudia.
Yes, Claudia, you surely did manage to paint him, adding mystery to your poem.
Very cool, Claudia, the almost forlorn look of the boy is evident in the painting, and I admire how you bring out the fantasy with Rapunzel, et al. Ouch, biting your ear with ice-cold lips, the wind of course…
You too managed to capture the fluctuation of wind 🙂
I loved what you did with the unpredictable element.
You paint a seeable picture in more ways than one. (I know there is no such word, but I think it needs to be one).
Such a beautiful piece! I enjoyed each word.
I love the dreamlike quality about your work/art. I’m also charmed by your ampersands sitting so chummy next to words like they were best friends. Your forward slashes did more than slash; they renamed a word. Brilliant.
this poem made me wonder if the wind speaks harshly in German, or caresses one in French…. and how we listen.
I learned to love the constant wind here on the prairies, and the sound the wind makes when playing with the poplar trees … when I sit and listen with my eyes closed, it reminds me of my first love, the ocean.
Ha-cool personification of wind. He can really bite…smiles. I especially like the 2nd, 3rd and 4th stanzas.
Between painting and poem I feel as if I’ve had a mini vacation. Merci!