Carol Mitra Poet Free verse

The Unbecoming

She unrolled her thick dark mane
silver streaks highlighted it
the wind tossed it in disarray
while she beat her chest in aghast
the sound of which could be heard far and wide
the tears came down relentlessly
creating rivers that had no shores
she took all of her possessions
which she had sowed and left debris in her wake
This was an awakening not to be taken lightly
for she knew the switch lay at her finger tips
Her heart was being ripped out
but no one could take her soul.

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Anne-Lise Andresen August 24, 2020 at 4:15 AM - Congratulations on your win, Carol ... I remember how exciting it was to post my first poem :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Carol Mitra August 24, 2020 at 4:27 AM Thank you....yes I was exited and sad too as the city I was born and grew up in was hit by a cyclone...and a lot of destruction took place.

Silent One August 24, 2020 at 2:50 AM A deeply emotive first post and very good first post... This was not really a contest, it was an opportunity to showcase your first poem and I am glad you entered. Thank you. Carol Mitra August 24, 2020 at 4:23 AM Thanks you...much appreciated, I wrote this poem when the city that I was born in was hit by a cyclone and a lot of destruction of lives and trees took place.

Marcus Lattimore June 1, 2020 at 12:27 PM Awesome message. Thanks for the reminder. Carol Mitra June 1, 2020 at 12:49 PM Thank you, your welcome.

Arturo Michael May 27, 2020 at 8:19 PM Good message...no one can take her soul... Carol Mitra June 2, 2020 at 7:50 AM True....the soul is all of you.