M. L. Kiser Poet Shadorma

Turning Tides

Shadorma Form:

Turning tides
know nothing of my
nightmares, still
they seem to
manifest them every day;
reality’s stage.

Each rolling
wave, playing out its
scenes with such 
vigilance
so as to traumatize me
again and again.

I order,
torture me no more!
Yet deaf waves
continue;
gyroscopic fingers that
fondle my psyche.

Tripping through
corridors of mind
invasive
liquid thieves
such abusive masters who
enslave my spirit.

I have a 
way of dealing with
such beastly
masochists
I swim swiftly away on 
golden prayer rafts.

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Caren Krutsinger December 9, 2019 at 12:04 PM "swim on golden prayer rafts" - this is the only way to escape and ignore. M. L. Kiser December 10, 2019 at 2:29 PM I've learned to keep one handy at all times, especially when asleep.