Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

The I of the Storm

cyclonic winds
howl between my ears
the tornado
bouncing off
the walls
of my decapitated head

it’s all spinning
with furious speed
hurling feelings
as if bricks and bombs

frenzied rage
and outrage
way beyond
the brink of sanity
not knowing
how to slow it down

yet I am
the I of the storm
and have to
find a way
to grab the rudder
and bring me
back to shore



AP: 3rd place 2020

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Jack Horne November 23, 2018 at 2:58 PM love this - full of wonderful tension Line Gauthier November 23, 2018 at 3:44 PM Thanks you so much for your most appreciated visit and comment, Jack.

Heidi Sands November 23, 2018 at 2:22 PM Excellent Line! :) Line Gauthier November 23, 2018 at 2:53 PM Thanks for your much appreciated visit and compliment, Heidi.

Chris Green November 23, 2018 at 2:07 PM Nicely done Line. There is definitely a storm brewing in this wonderful poem. Best of luck in the contest. Line Gauthier November 23, 2018 at 2:54 PM Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, Chris.