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
I felt the roller coaster and a lot of forces in action. Conflicting feelings pulling hard.
ReplyDeleteI felt the roller coaster and a lot of forces in action. Conflicting feelings pulling hard.
ReplyDeleteThe poem
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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
Thank you for posting! Your poem is making me think. I like it - the way you have used words and ideas.
DeleteBecky 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
ReplyDeleteThank you! I would say my mind went every which way, too. I'm glad you liked it.
Deletethe feelings in your poem sound like my day. What is it about the 22nd day of this month?
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