In the Vortex of Turmoil
IN THE VORTEX OF TURMOIL
The seamless sky called life glazed in cloudless serenity,
in the rhapsody of the zephyr floated a butterfly free.
On its wings I painted in colors the motif of my identity
for flowers of the valley bloomed in all seasons for me.
The dawning horizon splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
to blossom budding dreams I was on my course to fly.
Virtual euphoria took me to realm of fathomless fantasy,
I didn’t see clouds gathering at the dark edge of the sky.
Splintered in flickering ambience of tarnished twilight
in the vortex of turmoil I saw debris of my adoring sky
disappear with my dreams in the storm of sulky night.
Demolished, I was sucked in the virulent void of its eye.
The flushing vale turned into tormented pallid wreckage,
destemmed flowers didn’t see the new sun rise in the sky.
Torrent of tear drowned the pleasing past in storm surge,
washed away colors from broken wings of the butterfly.
December 2, 2018
May 17, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice J
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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