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Whirlpool

The whirlpool of my thoughts,

images of what might be.

twisting with silver strands,

on the edge of the mind’s sea.

 

The water slowly churns

winding tighter as it falls

slowly into the center

as the lonely seagull calls.

 

What ship could navigate it,

or cause the swells to cease?

my thoughts give me no rest.

When will I find my peace?

 

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About rozzychan

Rosalyn Hunter is the principal writer on the series Lunatics. Please support us. http://lunatics.tv

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One thought on “Whirlpool

  1. [ Smiles ] I enjoyed this!

    Lovely poetry!

    Posted by Renard Moreau | May 17, 2013, 7:56 pm

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