This Weather of Words

 

The keyboard clatters

with a frequent backspace

some words will fit well

and others, I’ll erase

Expression of thought

I’m reaching to find

as the whirlpool draws me

into a vortex of mind

 

The suction gains power

and much deeper I’ll go

in the tingling torrent

of a tide's ebb and flow

I’m up for the challenge

to get the piece right

be it darkness or laughter

it's a glorious fight

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Life’s many experiences

provide an endless supply

of the weather of words

inside this mind’s eye

By selection and sorting

with an old spirit’s soul

I’ll unturn another stone

and cause it to roll

 

Options at my disposal

many a literary device

blended with originality

to break through the ice

I can send my imagination

to soar with the birds

and unveil secret vistas

in the weather of words

 

s. paul   (March 2024)