perpetual prairie wind moans lonely lowing sound
in search of mischief, gust scatters dry leaves along
on midnight prowl, gale must howl like lost hound
across empty fields, wind sings a melancholy song
in search of mischief, gust scatters dry leaves along
seeds fly, tree branches sway, wild grasses bend,
across empty fields, wind sings a melancholy song
laundry flaps on lines, blows off, hung up again, again
seeds fly, tree branches sway, wild grasses bend,
rusty windmill squeaks, giant wind turbines hum
laundry flaps on lines, blows off, hung up again, again
tumbleweeds twirl, dust devils whirl, grasshoppers strum
rusty windmill squeaks, giant wind turbines hum
on midnight prowl, gale must howl like lost hound
tumbleweeds twirl, dust devils whirl, grasshoppers strum
perpetual prairie wind moans lonely lowing sound
Submitting pantoum poem to dVerse Poets pub with thanks to Gina for explaining this form and Victoria for added encouragement!
a poem in my pocket 
Mar 18, 2019 @ 16:11:35
I felt like I was swaying gently back and forth in a hammock with my eyes closed, in the place of your poem. Well-done on the “transporting” 🙂
Mar 18, 2019 @ 22:37:26
Thanks so much…a hammock is a wonderful way to experience the wind 🙂
Mar 18, 2019 @ 09:26:02
i saw. i heard. i felt. soooo sensual. so beautiful!
Mar 18, 2019 @ 13:48:36
Thank you very much 🙂
Mar 27, 2019 @ 09:59:37
You’re welcome, Lynn!
Mar 17, 2019 @ 12:24:38
The form fits the repetitiveness of the prairie so well… the windmills and tumbleweed, and the sounds…
Mar 17, 2019 @ 17:19:40
Thanks, Bjorn…I remember when I first moved to Iowa as college student and thought, “The wind never stops!”
Mar 16, 2019 @ 20:22:34
your pantoum has a deep and long echo, the lines ending almost precisely upon each other, i have not been in such a place but felt the energy of the wind from your words.
Mar 16, 2019 @ 21:32:01
Thank you very much, Gina. Your thoughtful comment means I achieved my goal!
Mar 15, 2019 @ 18:05:34
Lynn, your descriptions are so clear, putting me right there. I find both beauty and a sort of eerie fear in those prairie winds. You used enjambment well, too.
Mar 15, 2019 @ 22:12:49
Thanks so much for your encouragement, Victoria! Glad you felt the wind 🙂
Mar 15, 2019 @ 17:24:56
Those are ‘high winds’ 💨 💨
Mar 15, 2019 @ 22:13:13
Yes, happens often n our corner of Iowa 🙂
Mar 15, 2019 @ 16:18:31
Loved the sound and action of this Lynn… 🙂
Mar 15, 2019 @ 22:13:34
Thanks, Rob!
Mar 15, 2019 @ 13:50:26
So much in that wind! Love this!
Mar 15, 2019 @ 22:14:18
I appreciate your comment, Mary!