New Poem: The Wind

No real introduction. It's a windy night in a topsy turvy time. This is the result.

The Wind

A Poem by Simon Clark

Feeling terrified by the inactivity of my life,

Progressing slow but scared of new challenges,

Green tea, peppermint candles – any kind of loosestrife,

To ease my mind.

Then the air trickles in, a zephyr, gently,

At first,

Building, mounting, until it reaches its zenith,

A burst,

Sweeping into my ear and dancing through the brain,

I’m nursed,

For the gale traffics in, a wuther, gnarling.

I am refreshed,

Still distressed,

But refreshed,

Not quite my own behemoth,

A lightweight in the mind of a heavyweight,

Bombilating mind – I just complicate,

Need to recalibrate not desecrate, ruminate, postulate and devastate,

I need to find my own wind, my own storm…

...

…get through it…

…

LIFE.

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