So The Wind Won’t Blow Them All Away

 

The soft and fragile dreams of children as they play

Are wrapped in lullabies and small bits of string.

(Then, perhaps, the wind won’t blow them all away.)

 

What they are composed of no mortal man can say:

Fragments of fairy tales, a butterfly’s wing?

The soft and fragile dreams of children as they play

 

We search our hearts in vain for ways to make them weigh

More than bubbles they blow or quarter notes they sing.

(Then, perhaps, the wind won’t blow them all away.)

 

We search our books, attics, and hearts for a way

Some heretofore unknown method for saving

The soft and fragile dreams of children as they play

 

We wring our hands and bluster, we cajole and pray

In hopes there’s some good that prayer and prodding bring

(Then, perhaps, the wind won’t blow them all away.)

 

What, then, of shiny marbles, scattered bits of clay?

They are simply nothing, yet they are everything.

The soft and fragile dreams of children as they play

(Then, perhaps, the wind won’t blow them all away.)

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8 thoughts on “So The Wind Won’t Blow Them All Away

  1. Hmm, not sure about this one. There are lots of really nice lines, but the flow breaking mixed with flow makes me stumble along rather than float on the text, if that makes any sense.

  2. i enjoyed this read…starting to get used to villanelle…some lovely written lines but echo both bri & claudia re The soft and fragile dreams of children as they play…cheers pete

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