The wind that comes from history whistles in our windows, boorish with the voice of know-it-all, been there, done that, I'll tell you how it is... with lessons to be learnt. Without a by-your-leave it thunders with the energies of yesterday's mistakes, it rattles every edifice and breaks each stony will, tears iron gates from hinges and whinges on until the city's like a war zone with yesterday's repeats. The past is round our necks, but still it isn't done: it tears the very soul of now from everything we've built and drags it screaming from its place into some future past. The wind that comes from history is air most rarefied: salvation for near-drowning man -- though rare- ly is that so. It brings a shift -- a seismic shift -- in how the world is planned, but few there are who hear in one in fifty thousand winds the whisper that could be. Most times the wind is whispering past shouts of jeopardy. It splatters on the pavements, it batters city walls and shatters every lingering hope and all our unearned pride until the nation falls. It doesn't stop to bury its corpses on its way but hurries to the future where it's other fry to slay.Written for The Tess Kincaid prompt at Mag 156
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Tuesday, 19 February 2013
The Wind of History
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Perhaps we could go back in my tardis and change some of it ?
The historical make-up presents a scenario that one has to adjust to and relate. It may impose on the surroundings and have a life of its own. Man is a survivor so it sustains itself. And man is in the middle of it all! Nicely Dave!
...hinges and whinges....superb Dave...you really have trapped the mood there!
history comes around like a bad penny, a stray cat & luck...only on occassion...ha...the past is round our necks it still isnt done...true, and true on how w let it weigh us down and bring it forward....nice verse sir
That sure tells it like it is!
Excellent, Dave. The wind that comes from history seems to learn lessons slowly!
I can tell you feel this...
This is just so very true Dave.
.. the wind that comes from history. I fear past behaviors are the best predictors of future actions ... do we ever learn?
Intense and thought-provoking words, Dave.
How true and terrible that It Runs Into The future. I can't but agree.
Beautiful poem. With a Marzial rhythm.
A perfect reflection! I enjoyed it a lot!
What and how the windward happened and has reached here and goes toward to future...We have to learn and no more blowing horrible one.
Excellent words on the effects of history. Powerful.
Such an important lesson to be learned here...perhaps it's time to be more careful of our thoughts and deeds...for they are tomorrow's wind...!
Mmmm, guess it depends how much you believe that we can learn from history. Thanks for a thoughtful response.
Thanks for saying this.
Yes, I really believe this. The past has roots which hold it -- and us. The millstone round the neck may be a cliché, but it's apt.
Thanks for the support. I suspect that we may be in the minority.
Indeed, is at all! Thanks.
I do. I'm glad it shows - and thanks for telling.
The Weaver of Grass
Thanks Weaver. Always good to know one's not alone!
And I fear your second sentence may be nothing more nor less than the whole truth. Thanks for saying this.
Thanks for the support -- incidentally, I didn't know about the Marzial rhythm! I shall have to look that up.
Thank you so much. Gretaly appreciated.
Thanks, Amen to that!
I wasn't sure how it would be received, so much thanks for saying.
I certainly think this is so. Much thanks.
I wondered if anyone might elaborate on the title of the painting...you did so very eloquently, Dave...thunders with the energies
of yesterday's mistakes...very nice...
Borne on the winds..yes. This is clearly phrased and thoughtfully written.
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