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Poetry
Maelstrom
Life’s questioning storms
a misty
lighthouse afar
called patience,
blinking unseen.
Hidden in stormy clouds.
Hercules’
shoulders crunch
pushing down —
a massive mountain
pondering life’s questions.
My brain’s wisdom pool panics.
I can’t see... I can’t see anything.
I write the questions banging in my heart’s tremulous chambers.
And I wait mouth open in a stifled silent cry.
Swoosh, whoosh, swoosh, thumping, and hammering
loud, inner-near-but-far drums drowning out the cries
boom banging silently around my heart.
And I wait,
a maelstrom of emotions
Ferris wheel ups and downs.
Mouth open in a stifled silent cry
panicked, with quickening breaths.
and I wait
a misty
lighthouse afar
called patience,
blinking unseen.
Hidden in stormy clouds.
and I wait…
Poem inspired by A Taste for Life’s Monday Prompts, prompt 6.
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