A Poem

In the summer of my joy I lent my breeze to a whirlwind I had not meant for a gale Nor wished for the storm The horror of my lament The quiet of my voice I had not meant I regret

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Serlina Rose

Date: 8/10/2021 4:30:00 AM

I found this intriguing. Very nicely done.

M Braimah Saaka
Date: 9/22/2021 12:49:00 AM

Thanks!

Line Gauthier

Date: 2/11/2021 1:36:00 PM

A pleasure to find this powerful poem published in the 2020 PS Anthology~

M Braimah Saaka
Date: 9/22/2021 12:50:00 AM

I appreciate!

J Hamilton Gist

Date: 8/23/2017 3:28:00 PM

Your word play is illmatic!

Joe Maverick

Date: 8/20/2017 3:57:00 AM

Yes this is the write I harked to & tied in with your light hearted write on defeating the devil, do you find echoes of each in the other Mr Saaka?

Ralph Sergi

Date: 8/2/2017 9:55:00 AM

hI M Braimah: I loved all your poems but especially"I lent my breeze to the whirlwind" A short but intense poem. My compliments! Keep writing more.

Aqua Marine

Date: 8/2/2017 1:37:00 AM

The bitter breath of destructivity...regret surveys the aftermath...again the images evoked are profound...

Mansi Sharma

Date: 8/1/2017 4:43:00 PM

Loved it!

Gregory Richard Barden

Date: 7/10/2017 2:14:00 AM

Melancholy and somber, and I love it! What a wonderful poem this is in all respects - congrats, MBS!