whispering winds uncoloured
you make yourself at home
licking under cracked paint
of my window sill
curling the room, I watch
oh if I could call by name
what would I name thee
you who soar into darkness
of night and brighten dust
make curtains dance
filling expanses
with enthusiasm
un-navigated
yet you enter, enveloping me with softness
uninvited
once you have passed
where do you dwell
drawing back from whence you came
what becomes of you
no sense of touch, yet you caress
like a lovers smooth hands
gentle touch, you glide
©jmtacken 7th March, 2014
Sometimes I wonder where ideas spring from, this was in my head the last couple of days. Had to write it, then found the picture.
Photo Credit: http://contentinacottage.blogspot.com
Ramblings From A Mum 
That undertone of sensuality is wonderful here. I could feel the touch of it through your words. Beautiful writing. 🙂
Anmol thank you so very much, that is where my head was going it seems 🙂
Lovely J, super smooth.
Thank you my friend appreciate you reading R.
Welcome J
Hi Jenny I had a sense of a southerly breeze after a hot day. Though i did detect an air of sensuality in here as well. Well done.
glad you felt two and thank you so much Michael 🙂
Always you are welcome.
WHere ever it came from, let it keep coming from there. Inspired. It was like a breeze….or sun’s touch….you can feel it but you can’t reach out and touch it. So incredible!
Oh Colleen thank you very much, I am so pleased you liked it 🙂
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The picture goes perfectly with your words! What wonderful imagery!
Thank you very much lovely 🙂
You’re welcome! 🙂
why question where they come from…as long as they come…when they stop coming…that is when i get scared…ha….love the gentle hands intimacy you give ideas as they enter and fill….
Yes that’s so, I would get scared to..smiles thank you my friend.
“…curling the room,” paints an astonishing picture. You grabbed me right away until the end. 🙂
The last two lines, “like a lovers smooth hands / gentle touch, you glide,” create a wistful softness.
🙂 🙂 And Jen’s at her best again.
Darling I luv ya face, thank you so very much and I am happy that you enjoyed it 🙂 🙂 x
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Anytime, Jen.
Just beautiful, Jen – you gave me goose bumps! 😉
Then mission accomplished lol thank you sweety 🙂 x
This poem is so very welcome and evocative of summer – we just got 10 cm of very wet snow! Supposed to be gone by tomorrow, but still. “… curling the room” – a wonderful image. 🙂
Thank you my sweetness, curling was kinda good wasn’t it 😉 hope your snow evaporates quickly. 🙂 xx
whispering winds uncoloured
you make yourself at home
licking under cracked paint
of my window sill
curling the room,
Jen, you hooked me from this dreamy opening passage,
daydreaming and poetry are a match match made in the heavens!
Thank you my friend for reading ..I think I’m going to call you jack as I need a name to call you by, unless you can give me one…smiles. I am so happy you liked it, I am actually starting to enjoy what I put down now, it’s taken a while… Smiles
heh, Jack is just fine with me. i have several monikers floating around …W, wckt, Master Who lol….i kinda’ like it considering i dislike my own name so much.
I remember you telling me, alright jack it is 🙂
Well felt here. Balmy breeze and tender hands. Jointly soothing and sensual. Beautifully penned, Jen.x
Thank you so much darling 🙂 x
Lovely. Is it still very hot where you are? This reads like the sensuous touch of a cooling breeze.
Hi sweet, it is now Autumn, cooler mornings, sunnier days, though today and tomorrow we are 32c again.. That’s Melbourne! 🙂 thank you xx
wonderful dreamy, hazy, smoky words. love the image too, it’s perfect for this.
Thank you and thank you for taking the time to visit earlier posts, you are a sweetheart. Xx