You pass through me like wind through tall grass, nothing kept, but everything changed. The air, momentarily observable, is a recollection of your passage. Standing where you passed I bend toward nothingness, in the silence of abandonment, searching for someone I saw once but lost with the wind.
Comparing a lost lover and the impact of her temporary presence on your life, your world, to a wind that left you nothing but a sense of abandonment is a powerful simile, Paul, and works very well.
Paul this poem opened something larger for me than memory or longing. Every breath already changes my constitution. Every pulse rearranges the body. Relationship moves through us the same way wind moves through tall grass. Nothing stays untouched. Everything leaves us altered forever, even when the world offers no visible imprint of the passage. The poem carries exactly that quiet truth in its bones.
Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Jay. I tried to create some poems that centered on well-known literary devices, but also focused on human relations/emotions: enjambment, synecdoche, and now simile have appeared. The final entry, metaphor, will appear in another day or two.
Comparing a lost lover and the impact of her temporary presence on your life, your world, to a wind that left you nothing but a sense of abandonment is a powerful simile, Paul, and works very well.
High praise, Martin—thank you. I think metaphor will be the final entry…soon.
I look forward to reading that.
Thank you for this restack, @Maureen Doallas
Good morning, @rena, and thank you for sharing this poem. 🌻🌻
Thank you, @Rea de Miranda, for this restack
My pleasure!
Thank you for sharing this poem, @Connie J. Casella
Thank you, @Simone Senisin, for this restack
Thanks for sharing this poem, @Earl Nobdy
Thanks to Diane and @Blue Citizen 77 for this restack
Paul this poem opened something larger for me than memory or longing. Every breath already changes my constitution. Every pulse rearranges the body. Relationship moves through us the same way wind moves through tall grass. Nothing stays untouched. Everything leaves us altered forever, even when the world offers no visible imprint of the passage. The poem carries exactly that quiet truth in its bones.
Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Jay. I tried to create some poems that centered on well-known literary devices, but also focused on human relations/emotions: enjambment, synecdoche, and now simile have appeared. The final entry, metaphor, will appear in another day or two.
I’m glad this resonated with you, Jay.
It resonated very much.
i also just had a dream this morning about a woman who was familiar but i didn't know her
and she came in the night and left when i awoke. but the dream stays with me as if it really happened. a coincidence?
A good sign, Richard!
Wind through tall grass is such a clean image
Thank you, Gabriel. I thought it was apt for the disappearance of which the poem speaks.
Just magnificent Paul! Daniel
Thank you, Daniel
I have to come back to this powerful piece..
Both “Simile” & “Enjambment” appear in Beyond These Wounds, so you can revisit anytime, Patris.
yes. Xx
Monday. June 8, 2026, 18:58
My Dearest Paul,
Nothing passed, Paul; only your mind touched the edge of the unnameable.
—Simply Richard
It seemed that way at the time.
This is the essential essence of of that experience.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Patricia.🙏😊
I love this! It reminds me of the beautiful song, "Dust In the Wind."❤
I sometimes feel like I’ve been chasing the wing ever since, Grace. Thank you for reading, and for your comment. 🩵🩵