A Windy Poem

The wind commanded this poem (and the drawing above) out of me:


Wearisome wind,
Whistling and whirling,
It’s windsome.


Whipping round walls,
Whirring down walkways,
It’s wildsome.


Another example of making up words, as written about previously.

Perhaps there are official words I could’ve used there that would be more descriptive but sometimes it’s more about the sound/rhythm than the meaning for me.

What do you think?

A Windy Poem
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