Four
furious
fabulous
fantastical
years I am astir.
Awakened by wonder.
Blown, cleaved, shattered asunder.
Creeping. Crawling. Leaping. Soaring.
Traversing, in dazed bewilderment,
Eternal Entirety’s longest bridge.
Beams break. Decks collapse beneath my feet.
Dumped. Swung in circles. I retreat.
No place to hide in transit.
Flailed. Flayed. Foresaken.
Impetus for Life
pulses, surges
purifies
pushes
on.
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Natalia, I’m so impressed by this! You capture the last few years (of hell!) perfectly. Love you, Sister.
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Thanks. I wrote this months ago. Feeling it again today, so reposted. It does feel like forever.
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Wow! What a whirlwind through time. Your poetic words swirled my emotions.
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Thanks you, Olga!
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I’m late reading this, it is beautiful your poetry always moves me.
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Thank you ❤ I still feel this one.
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