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Sunday, 17 January 2016

the sunday whirl




they came like some kind of revenant engagement

a fluctuation in the hum of her world

her bustling ceased for the slightest of moments

as if she were searching for movement in the air around her

not a roar exactly or a drop in temperature

 more like a sigh

that claimed her in the middle of her day

gave her no leave to dismiss her duty

or wonder if they be real

nothing but spirits she thought

throwing imaginary shafts to try and pin them down

 
and hoping they would treat her justly















7 comments:

  1. Oh, I love this. Well done!

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  2. You have such a way with words!

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  3. I think she she is keeping her head together - not sure I'd be so brave..a beautifully formed and atmospheric poem..sometimes what is not named is the most ominous

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  4. Taking one step at a time is calming! Very nice read!

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Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

peace blogger

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