Voices On The Wind

[Gyppo]

Voices On The Wind

Occasionally it truly happens.
You hear your name on the wind,
and you fight it.
Wishful thinking, 
a guilty conscience,
acoustic tricks,
a psychological aberration?

Recognising the voice
your sane self says ignore it.
If it's the dead calling
you acknowledge their hold,
their place in your memory,
and then let them go.
It seems to satisfy them.

When it's a long-lost friend
you can ignore the prompt,
or reach for the phone,
or pen and paper
and try to reopen contact.

The weeds on the pathway
may have grown too long,
the easy route lost to time.

Occasionally it works.

Gyppo
 

[AlienFlower]

Gyppo, you imply there's purpose in the voices, and that they're aimed at you. Do you think that of other things that come blowing in the wind?

Jackie

[Gyppo]

Not always.  A swirl of wind borne dirt or sand usually only means there's a strong wind blowing.  But an unexpected scent may start the brain searching for am image to match..

I read somewhere the the human mind is hard wired to try and 'make sense' of the various stimuli which may impinge upon it.  Which is why some people hear music when the washing machine is swishing about.  Certain rhythms sound like words, and if that word means something to you then other connections form without conscious effort.

I don't hear music in the wind, but sometimes I do hear voices.

But I'm a writer, so hearing voices doesn't un-nerve me.

Bob Dylan told a whole generation that the answer was 'blowing in the wind'.  Maybe he was right

Gyppo