Part and partial to the wind

Part and partial to the wind
After the boiling of a name, we are lost. This poem recounts the building and the cost of a friendship we never knew due to the investment on time. The wind speaks as our past as it connects us into the future we might have had if only we knew the path we were meant to follow. When all things are askew, the reason we might still feel lost is because of our own reluctance to step forward again.  

The American poetess Adrianna Stepiano wrote the poem Part and partial to the wind. This American poet and author shared her words about the investment in a friendship.

Part and partial to the wind

About the poet

I am a poet and an author living in the lower peninsula of Michigan, just south of Detroit. I write from the sparks of mental capabilities and things I would have rather not seen. All words are through prayer and the conversation within my heart. If I am inspired, I look to Frost and Emerson for all things I desire. The singing in my life is brought on by the beauty and creation of harmony around me. I perform my own poetry, I am an artist, and I make a living as a graphic designer. I have several books published as an independent author; poetry and young adult.

Adrianna publishes her work on her own website, Facebook and Instagram.

About the poem

After the boiling of a name, we are lost. This poem recounts the building and the cost of a friendship we never knew due to the investment on time. The wind speaks as our past as it connects us into the future we might have had if only we knew the path we were meant to follow. When all things are askew, the reason we might still feel lost is because of our own reluctance to step forward again.

Part and partial to the wind

By Adrianna Stepiano

Part and partial to the wind;
Leave it to the heart;
Length covers, absent pennies,
Seeking refuse, turned about,
Everything to use.

Find your brevity;
Pull blank notes;
After it quickly,
Seeds in the soil!
My capture within;
Hold and hold strong,
The worry unfound,
With god in the town;
Intent on purpose,
Canvas too free,
Ask for nothing,
To receive.

If ever I end up longing;
Care only for the strong,
Straight and forward,
Above my Host,
Hand me innocence,
Reward my boast!
After caring,
Take a loss.

Free all to the wind;
Leave nothing for the dark,
Wave a flame last, bring night,
Happen upon a love so dear,
Freedom sought,
Hands over taught,
Witness the coming,
Life everlasting.

Empty bubbles float and stray;
Is this the name we find?
Gently burst into a flame
Caress the symbolic scar,
Anywhere to where we might;
Find merciful with desire,
My tongue whips a course,
Your heart pinches remorse.

Into the wind we vary,
Our hearts free of youth,
Mold me into envy,
If I can’t have your muse;
Under toe,
Walk to the throne,
After centuries of life.

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