turmoil speaks to me like nothing else my sharp vision penetrates a calm exterior with raging storms inside storms speak to me like nothing else ticking time bombs… will they explode to consume themselves and others? bombs speak to me like nothing else where does angst go after thunder flashes do you ignore signals of downpour? angst speaks to me like nothing else
Artist and Image Creator: Fay Collins
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Thank you!
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This is such a gorgeous interpretation of Fay’s artwork, Reena! 💝💝
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Thanks so much, Sanaa!
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Love how you layered those repetitions with the turmoil inside as well as outside. Still there are moments of calm
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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Great rhythm to this piece..
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Thank you, Ain!
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Sadly sounds like the world we live in.
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Is there an escape route somewhere?
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Excellent piece and I love how you structured your poem. Turmoil does have its ways, doesn’t it?
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The beauty of chaos is everything finds its own place.
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tight taut
used up fast like store bought
loose flacid
serene and placid
after werdz
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Simply excellent.
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Thanks 🙏
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Like Ingrid, I like the progression here, the repetition, and the linking of outer turmoil and inner turmoil
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Thanks a million, Sarah!
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I like the form you’ve used here, the progression through the terrors which speak to you. Does this form have a name, or is it one you invented for the poem?
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It just happened in course of writing. Thank you, Ingrid!
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You should make a note of the form!
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I’ve not counted syllables…maybe the repetition and rhyme. Thank you do much for appreciating!
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