Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Untitled poem

A roller coaster careening
through the chambers of
My heart

A landslide
into the pit of
My stomach

A swarm of bees
The crescendo of their anger in
My brain

A hush a quiet
Sorrowful
At times
we all look bleakly
into the future

Infinite finite

7 comments:

  1. I felt the roller coaster and a lot of forces in action. Conflicting feelings pulling hard.

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  2. I felt the roller coaster and a lot of forces in action. Conflicting feelings pulling hard.

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  3. The poem
    on my page
    won't be denied;
    though it does seem as slippery
    as an eel, my fingers
    closing around its middle
    and tugging inward.

    If we are the poems
    we write,
    then words are the tattoos
    that get all tangled up
    from the start,
    and the end is only
    where we always seem
    to begin.
    --Kevin

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    1. Thank you for posting! Your poem is making me think. I like it - the way you have used words and ideas.

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  4. Becky musician, I am not certain of what you write because my mind went every which way-the possible motivation, inspiration, endless. I enjoyed your piece very much. Thank you.maribethbatcho

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    1. Thank you! I would say my mind went every which way, too. I'm glad you liked it.

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  5. the feelings in your poem sound like my day. What is it about the 22nd day of this month?

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