It’s August... (by Mel)

 

Its August

When the wind blows

My hair, my smile off my face, my eyes full of sand

And my dress comes flying over my head,

I stand

In the middle of the race

Of dust coming from all over the place.

Its Misery

When the wind knocks

On the door, opens it without invitation

And enters without hesitation

My mood overflows with desperation

My mind with determination

To stop this irritation

This never-ending, awful sensation-

This winds illustration

Of my worst humiliation

Its motivation to tear me apart

It pulls at me, but then pushes me away,

Again!

Its gladness 

When he finally leaves

This unwelcome guest, to tease

Yet another until

She's driven to madness too. 

Its surprise

When he returns once more

And rushes out to deform a helpless tree

Whatever can the reason

For such, strange behaviour be?

Like a child he throws a tantrum,

But what can one do?

To please this friendless wind?

And comfort it too?

Its peace when he eventually ceases

To anger me.

"Take me or leave"

He softly whispers through

The leaves in the trees,

As he slowly leaves

I can breathe once again.

Its regret

That fills my heart

What can I ever miss about

That spiteful one that grabs and rips you

Apart?

Its sadness

That fills my soul

My agitated friend is gone

And I am, once again,

Alone!

 

from THE RANTINGS OF A DAMAGED MIND by nick armbrister and mel grobler, read in rhe ring of bells pub may 2013