A chat with the breeze

[Jay]

Whispering, it spoke to me,
telling me of the sights it had seen
on its journey to the place I was at,
the seas it had crossed and places it had been.

It was gentle, but I knew
of its presence so not quite as calm
as it can be when at its best.
At its worst it is able to cause real harm.

On this day as it told its tale
I listened intently and, in my mind,
saw everything it was able to do,
everything, from so cruel to so kind.

I really knew all of it before,
but, with time, the memories fade.
Today it reminded me, and it also was that
I had time to listen so, attention, I paid.
JT
Author's Notes:

I'm not sure about this at all. I was trying to be imaginative, but I've never done that very well as I am just a stupid, fat troublemaker.

[Daphne]

I am delighted to have you join us here. Are you sure about the author's notes? Are they postmodern ironic or are you actually a troll? Please advise.

[Jay]

Not a troll at all... just being honest!

[Daphne]

I see. The jury is still out, but you have the benefit of my doubt.

[alex]

If we're being honest, I have to say, (for your own good, may I add) this is a load of twaddle.

WTF is it about? If you spend your time chatting with the breeze, I suggest you get out more. The Bingo would be a start; ideal for the erm 'larger' lady like you.