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Seagull Pain
Scared and scattered
Panicked and abandoned
Gulls like words fly
Outward aand seaward
as I gaze at the waves
and scatter my thoughts
Seaward and outward
Sudden burst of flight
my perch upon the broadwalk
becomes a snowy dance
of feathers and culls
echo like mariners' tales
upon my thoughts
of grief and loss.
Loss turns to terror
Terror turns to loss of
Self in a pathos of whys
Beating against the brain
Not in your control
Not in your control
The migration
of the birds.
Not in your control
Not in your control the beating
against the brow the brain the chest
flapping and squawking
Stop Stop Stop
The gulls chaos magnifies
The chaos inside.
The chaos inside
Draining and dampered
Abandoned and panicked
The broadwalk is silent now
Distant culling and waves rocking
Juxtaposition the symphony
of self made noise
Inside my mind. Quiet now
Quiet now
I crumble inward.
Author's Notes/Comments:
From a photo promt of flight of gulls
"I crumble inward" Sigh.
"I crumble inward"
Sigh. Perfect . . .
The prompt sent you on a metaphorical quest that began with gulls "in a snowy dance" and ended with breathtaking introspection. The outer world, projected with skillful explosions of language, reflects an inner world of drama and discovery that is presented as a silky stream of consciousness.
Emotions posing as beauty. Wonderful.
Crumble inward
I've been beating myself up inside a lot recently. Tough situations but glancing back at them they arent that bad...except getting bit by a snake July 1 That was bad. Breaking up with a guy, same guy, redundant...and household maintence disasters solved But over and done. Everyone has troubles, mine just tumbled together and I got sad. Now, I just sigh and say, "and the hits keep on coming..." referencing a Hit Song Billboard announcer! :)
Your reviews of my work are so elegant they are poetry themselves. Thanks again.
What's admirable is the way
What's admirable is the way you turned your greatest hits into poetic gold. My heartfelt gratitude for your kind words.