Sunday, July 5, 2015

I

I had
a poem
in my head
it was erased

I float now searching
but I can't find it and
I rue such moments

The wind is pulling
at the hurricane shutters
I feel an eerie presence

Eerie feels comforting
in a self-destructive way









3 comments:

  1. You have described the feeling so well.

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  2. I hate when poems evaporate - even without the eminence of storm. Thie eerie background in this poem gives me chills.

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