Simply the Wind

Words cannot describe…

Simply the Wind


Words cannot describe

the sound of movement of air

in large quantity.

I can hear the chimes

this musical aggression

a rise in heartbeat.

Or a chill light breeze

lightly touch exposed skin

a small twitch and sigh.

Children lean forward

as they walk to the bus stop

laughter lost in gust.

If the wind takes me

trying to start a whirlwind

I will stand tall.


Changes in status

when high pressure moves to low

our air picks up speed.

Once felt the Chinook

winds that blow from the rockies

a powerful gale.

Some winds have been named

blow through the same plain yearly

the same winter lot.

Some wind is gruesome

when it can blow you away

from where you may live.

You cannot catch the wind

with a huge wind catching net

on your Saturday.


You cannot lose the wind

when we live in constant blow

even if you run.

You cannot see wind

like the cotton of the clouds

or our expressions.

Maybe a wind rope

shared by a vast universe

a way up to stars.

Or vibrating strings

that keep our world in order

a constant movement.


The wind as spirits

spirits of our moments lost

flying like loose leaf.

Spirits as our ghosts

speaking in blustery voice

to make sense of loss.

A time for goodbye

to throw letters to the wind

deciphering blow.

To release ones grief

into early morning gale

never to return.

Lost like a balloon

a small forgotten trinket

a memory gone.


A motivation

a sudden inspiration

these winds can strengthen.

A passionate strength

that can destroy and create

spirit as a force.

Back to the movement

of the branches of the trees

they sway in rhythm.

Large fields of blown wheat

become art on stretched canvas

movement of color.

Without an anchor

my world would simply take flight

to live in the air.


To find a shelter

from all these passionate words

where there is no peace.

From all directions

the force and noise of the world

within my eyesight.

As if a blender

all our differences would mix

made nonsensical.

When my wind chimes start

to play these dissonant chords

upon my country porch.


Jamie Lee Hamann
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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

6 thoughts on “Simply the Wind

  • January 26, 2019 at 4:17 PM

    Jamie, I have always been fascinated by the wind and the sound it makes. As a writer, poet, and photographer it has been a subject of mine for as long as I can remember. It is difficult to write about the wind and do justice to it and even harder to photograph it as well. You have done what most cannot and capture the essence of the subject with your words. Very much enjoyed.

  • January 26, 2019 at 11:07 PM

    Wonderful Haiku, Jamie. I love to listen to the wind at night, when it ruffles leaves and whistle through the window I leave open about an inch, it lulls me to sleep. Thank you for writing and sharing your thoughts on the wind. I love this piece. Well done.

  • January 28, 2019 at 3:42 AM

    One thing that I think of when observing the wind , every single tree within the grasp of the front is moving just as the one I am watching . Miles and miles of trees , each limb , each and every leave , the swaying branches , the swaying of life …….Just a thought !
    Now you’ve got me thinking , beautiful words Jamie !

  • January 31, 2019 at 11:50 PM

    I love the wind Jamie, to just look out the window and see the trees swaying or feel the breeze’s soothing coolness on sweaty skin on a hot day..wonderful. A great collection of work.

  • February 2, 2019 at 3:33 PM

    Thanks for stopping by and leaving wonderful comments. I was thrilled to read how much you enjoyed this poem it was fun to write. Jamie

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