The Doodle Mandela
Its beginnings is a desire to shut down,
Coupled with fate's pen in hand.
The whirling hungers for focuse
Just as the pen must have thick ink.
One black pass for a purpose.
The theme differs with each encounter.
But lately, reminds me of Iron Ivy.
Connecting Chaos swirling A web.
Each line has a connection to the whole.
Each ending with a sharp point.
Doodling end as time dictates.
Quickly I gaze where I started.
Seeing the end.
I throw it away.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
