NaPoWriMo 2019- Day 12

NaPoWriMo 2019. Or National Poetry Writing Month

Aeolus

You would not know me in this form.
My face shifts and is never still
like the empty dunes that whistle
so sweetly or the swaying branches.
If inclined, I will fill your sails
with the steady direction of home,
and help your seeds scatter over soil.

But my origins and allegiances can change.
Within a cloth bag, I keep my rage.
Do not provoke me or otherwise
I will untie the intricate knot
and watch your houses take flight.


All the poems I wrote for #NaPoWriMo last year are available as a free ebook. Download it here

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