In this swirl of leaves
Of dark bewitchment
Wears them for a cloak, drabber
Common cold blown mopes
A soul, by Death's hand
Bereaved, driven mad.
Windless, do yet catch a wail
Midst the tattered hopes.
across the land westerly wind swirling
maelstrom hits the town wild wind whirling
roughened sea wind still twirling
Lonely leaf afloat
Along the muddy eddies
Swirling, stuck endlessly
the staircase stops mid-air
cobwebs choke in dust
down, down critters skitter
down invisible rails
waters swirl
up springs Hope
without a cue card
violins carry it off
Around the world
There are happenings
Events and Disturbances
Right here at home, Poets are gearing up on their journey of life experiences through their writing
Mindset in so many ways
Passing the days gone by
Emotions surging
Cries into shouts
Needing ears to listen and understand
Words to express
Poets being their own Commentators
As words turn
The mind explores
As highways accelerate
Words become dramatic
Active and aware
60 Minutes Swirl
Snowflurries Swirl
Snow falls inside the glass globe:
A swimming, swirling vision
Where four youngsters pose frozen
In their run to leap to a win
For the longest sliding glide
Along an icy, country road
Where no traffic flows;
Near a row of evergreens
that do not grow;
Overseen by a pair of pinpoint specks
for the black, button eyes on
that morning’s made snowman;
And from across an ever-white yard,
In front of a tiny, stone cabin,
Stand some adults, bundled up
To guard against freezing in flying snow —
All huddled together with arms raised
And their painted mouths wide open
In mid-cheer, “Go! Go!”
So loud…So excitedly set to see
Their youngsters, who will not age,
Leap and slide into a race
That has no distance and no winner
— Over ice that does not melt…
All figured to be a vision of some
Heartwarming winter life
That will not end.
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(c) sally young eslinger 11/1-6/2023
Thanks be to God——-
A swirl of amaretto
Revolves in my coffee -
Like a galaxy -
Shimmering and slow.
Dawn is utterly quiet;
Moon beams - thin and long -
Cleave to the flooring
Each protracted moment.
It's whole and
Complete
As it is
Regardless of the
Swirl of stories
Which simply are
Wholeness expressing
Whatever it seems...
Fashion house store, jeweller
Bistro, awned tasteful -
Spin out each of your light's
Burnt orange, tactful
This chill eve's way, waist-wrapped
Mists two, affianced.
For this one fine purpose;
Conspicuous doth
Show up, honours a love.
Soft, warm, now enhanced.
Drowning in self degradation
Deliberate affliction is exacerbating
Crystalline facade dulling senses
Normalcy, forgetting our consensus
Score, decennary years within
point, swirling under skin
Finality, deaths creeping in
Exodus, my last syringe
before you cut your hair
it was a long river
for swimming hands
took a boat ride
just you
and a flowing heart
above a rolling hull
a seagull
combed the sky
over your pale shoulders
liked to dance and swirl
wore necklace made out of pearl
she was quite a girl
bearer of terror that scared her
had been a bearer
terrible things and terror
that always scared her
When you start to swirl
If you do not know where you are
Your head in the clouds
a taste of the off balance
just stop and look in my eyes.
Do we know
in single colony,
there lives thousands of bees together;
They work tirelessly all summer in order to
produce enough food to survive the
cold, onslaught of winter.
Bees have no
ego and no hidden
agenda to work around; they've no
one to monitor work done but honestly they
participate as per their nature;
they labour faithfully.
Human has
capacity, if wish
we also can work together to
produce brilliant output in every sector of
life with little cooperation,
yet we lag behind much;
Can we learn?
~X~X~X~
Centrifugal swirl
water dons ice overcoat
shivering no more.
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