Monday Poetry

Who Has Seen the Wind?

Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by

Sensory Over Load

By Billie Daddario

Dizzying days of too much sun,

Leathery dark coffee-colored skin.

Brightly colored swoosh of Dervish dancing,

Whirling spinning skirts.

And the swirl of spices,

Pungent, savory, sweet and warm.

Venders whoop, “I have a bargain come and buy”

Cacophony clatter chaos sounds.

Limonlu Kareler swaddled in a kerchief

Eaten with dark rich coffee.

The day excruciating suffocating splendor.

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