he has listened to the story
of a wonderful life
a tragic affair
high
low
swinging
exhilaration
despair
watched her eyes
welling tears that brimmed
but never broke
as she herself has not been been broken
though close
so very close
dorothy in a whirlwind
turning and contorting still
searching desperately for a way
to click heels together
while riding riding
and feeling every whipping lick
the twisted beast can lash at her
let there be a landing
but don't make it too fast
just make it be there
in reach
when the moment comes
as she spoke
he could hear the elemental roar
feel it
touched by chill tremors
while swept along
in a small part of the journey
with her
and now it is done
she has told the tale
and gone
to face the next storm
already bellowing its presence
in her mind
the house is quiet again
the world outside the same as it was
the same as it always is
night has fallen
and he so restless
unfulfilled
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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Comments2
Fulfilment will come to you.
If not by now, GF, then never!
Frank,
I know this is a clichè,
but I’ll say it regardless...
NEVER SAY NEVER!
One never knows what tomorrow will be! Much to ponder upon! A fine write, as always! Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
Indeed, Laura, we should clink a glass to the possibilities of tomorrow!
Cheers.
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