“True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.” John Petit-Senn
For this poem I took a line from Mary Frye’s ‘Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.’ to riff with, mainly because it is a poem that I wrestle with, I experience Frye’s poem as wistful and I wanted to write a poem that expresses the reality of death but also honours the sense of spirit, of afterlife.
The line I have taken is “I am a thousand winds that blow.”
I Am A Thousand Winds That Blow
I am here and I am there, in life, in death, I am everywhere, I'm in the ground, I'm in the urn, in my bed I twist and turn. I cannot deny that I am alive, always buzzing I love to thrive I cannot deny that I did die, so mourn away and light the fire. As the ash floats on the air, don't embellish with too much flair, let me go where I must go, I am a thousand winds that blow. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️ The original poem is below
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep by Mary Frye Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.