[Corneac]

I am a feather,
Blow me away,
I am the weather,
Show me a gauge,

Measure me taller,
By lung, by the breeze,
Tether me, caller,
Til I come, cough and wheeze,

For I am the windhawk,
that dares the wind blow,
as I watch you, a-talk,
shift me, blow by blow,

and I, God, created airstream,
so that cells could move south,
and by talking, you breathe,
and move life from my mouth,

[Nupur]

You already know my feelings on this one. Good job.

[Venomous Vixen]

I need to read this one a few more times to understand the complete brilliance of it I think, but upon a first read you already blew me away. Again, it makes me wonder why you do not dive into the realm of philosophy, for you walk that thin line between questions that can be answered and all of the "what ifs" of life. Something I am finding more and more, and liking a lot, is your boldness and almost taunting of things, like an "I dare you". It adds a unique touch to your work and makes the reader question as you have. Very well done!

[Phonoho]

A gage, in archaic terms, is a challenge, or a pledge of funds, as in a wager or a security deposit. Were you looking for gauge? You've done well with the non-token rhyme. A good example of how rhyme can stand proud without appearing as simply the standard poetic ingredient. I like this one very much.