Sunlite Wanter Poet Quatrain

My Chaos

My Chaos

I am boiling in oil;
My personal catastrophe;
Whirring like a western dirt devil;
The devil’s got hold of me.

I stop – I believe I am called,
To look toward a heavenly face,
I feel a surge of quiet joy,
I rest in this chaos of place.

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Beautiful Scars March 9, 2018 at 6:46 AM how sweet and peaceful. great poem to read this cold morning...:) -luloo Sunlite Wanter March 10, 2018 at 6:47 PM Thank you so much.

Daniel Turner March 8, 2018 at 3:39 PM Just remember, Sunlite. In the big picture, today's catastrophe is tomorrow's wisdom. I enjoyed the read. Be well! Sunlite Wanter March 10, 2018 at 6:47 PM Very astute comment, Daniel. Thank you.

Line Gauthier March 8, 2018 at 3:29 PM An adorable little poem, Sunlite. Delightful. Sunlite Wanter March 10, 2018 at 6:46 PM Thank you.

Heidi Sands March 8, 2018 at 12:27 PM Great turning point in the poem Sunlite. Well done :)

Caren Krutsinger March 8, 2018 at 12:09 PM My personal catastrophe is perfectly written, for aren't most catastrophes personal? Well done. And it brings the reader hope things will turn out okay. Sunlite Wanter March 10, 2018 at 6:45 PM Sorry to be late thanking you. But I thank you now.