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Seeking shelter
I hid from the storm
To take refuge from raging winds
And rain that felt so bitterly cold
My eyes blinded by the elements
And a mind blank and devoid
I stepped without thought
Into the dungeon of distress
I walked further in darkness
Experiencing more cold and gloom
Felt more alone than before
Like a lost soul in purgatory
What I’d thought would ease
My emotional emptiness
Only led me deeper
Into the eye of the cyclone
Tossed in the midst
Of this inclement outbreak
The aftermath and destruction
So dolorously painful
Can I rebuild anew
And walk in the sunshine
Remembering in future
To watch where I’m going!
©Elga~Indigo – 29 September 2007
07H01AM
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Artful and magnificent... "Eye of the Cyclone" makes foam from waves of sublimity... A poetic bouquet of Nature's flowers diffusing scented wonders.
I salute You, Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Fee
Take care,
Sherry
Regis
A fine poem, Elga!
Beautiful write,, Christine
Have I missed you! Welcome home. :)
Find the eye, the center, of your emotional storm. A powerful, apt comparison, excellently penned. Well done. As A StormSpinner, I wish I'd written this! Keeping.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
nice work....
Art Sun...