Whirlpool Poems

Country Setting

A stream, searching its limits, laps the bank.
Water falls gently over a small dam.
Fish nip at flotsam in usual prank,
And find protein at weight less than a gram.

All's well and calm in this country setting
A whiff of wind shuffles a nearby tree,
Yet the shallow banks soon will be letting
Gallons of overflow to be set free.

Soft

whirlpool

                                                  s
    

Tidal Whirlpool

Into the darkness I drove the line.
With sudden persistence I stuck their spirits.
Questions arose about my faith.
Under the shadows the powers of the air quake.
Through blended fields I struck their souls.
Yoking my aura deep into the earth.
Waking the mountain it never crumbled.
Ascending the moon, we summit the sky.
Zero percent of my trust was lost.
Accepting the

Whirlpool Wonders

The Whirlpool Galaxy of grand-design,
a stately spiral with companion small,
once held to be in gravity’s confine
of greater galaxy’s imposing sprawl,
is shown in sharpest image ever caught
to have essentially been gliding past
for myriads of years, beyond our thought,
behind the Whirlpool’s classic swirling cast.
A cosmic canvas visioned by Van Gogh
limns canopy above from earth below
as though he

Gerunds and Truth

I
A whirlpool is not a pool of WHIRLS;
A whirlpool is but whirlpooling

II
Do you feel a feeling?
Do you light a lightning?
Perhaps FEELING and LIGHTNING are events in themselves.

Whirlpool

I’m stuck in a whirlpool,
Lost, confused, alone
Where am I heading?
To the bottom of this pool,
A blackhole,
All air leaves my lunges

Whirlpool of Storm

The seamless sky called life spread on cloudless serenity,
in the rhapsody of the zephyr floated my butterfly free. 
On its wings I painted dreams with motif of my identity
as flowers in the valley of love bloomed all seasons for me.
 
The dawning horizon splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
blossomed the buds of reverie as I was

The Whirlpool

One 

had better not

persist in holding back 

his many tears of suffering 

for

there is always the danger

him to be drown into

the whirlpool of

grief! 












© Demetrios Trifiatis
      15 APRIL 2020

The Whirlpool

Waking up and shaking up
Running up for the daily dose 
Drying up is every rose
Dying up is every rose
Drugs and thugs ruining lives 
Selling smiles and all knives 
It's not to give you joy 
It's mere a deathful toy 
Waiting out with their ploy 
Getting in trap every girl and boy 
People selling drugs in

Whirlpool

wind whirl waves
watery whirlpool
wreckage washed-up

Whirlpool

my heart springs
fresh water that
brings pure

better then
to swell turning
into being a stream

so i trickle
fixable
me

the world has now opened
hoping it didn't swallow
you or if it did

will spit
you out upon
the shore where

i will 
give you
mouth to mouth

to resusitate
never to let
you not

be

whirlpool -

Abaft the beam the aberration spun
Below the turbid surface like a pearl
Commanding all attentions, overrun

Dissolving as colloidal midst the swirl
Encircled tons of matter as dissolved
Fierce vortices, toroidal in their whorl

Gesticulating with his mates, involved
Hypotheses suffused the captain's ire
Intense 'twas this anomaly, unsolved

Just as a jester moon dipped to retire
Kinetic phosphorescence flit the mast
Low on the

Waves

Silently she waits, 
wearing a crest of a wave on her finger.
The night will erase all the meaningless fears.
Silently she dares
to break all the obstacles unforeseen,
to dive into the truth
that is far from luxurious.
Silently she realizes
that part of her fault is in building a world of hypocrisy.
Silently she dreams
of becoming younger.
Silently she falls asleep
between Achilles

The Heart - the Whirlpool

Various perceptions afloat in a sea of thought,
Ideas and thoughts independent;
Emotions swayed in random movement,
Yet all in one direction advance
By a force unseen and cohesive.
Feelings creating moods;
Moods that scream and insist on action.
Imaginations stirring reactions to every thought
Which give birth to consequences.

Whirlpool

Whirlpool

I knew from the moment you smiled
Somehow, I knew you were going to be wild
You took my heart in the first moment
I wanted to run but I knew I mustn’t

You became a whirlpool
And my chances became miniscule
You were drawing me even closer
Then everything became a blur

I awoke the next day
And I really did want to

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