Wordless Wednesday


Twisting in the Wind

Twisting in the wind

The storm gathered her fury

Like a kite, I sail forth

Control is an illusionary blip

Skies race white, black and grey

Monochrome kaleidoscope paints air

Bent down by immense pressure

Swooming is half surrendering

Wishing to gaze backward lost now

As if an orginal point breed the storm

Omnipresence seems her calling card

My unlikely ally shelter has fled

It took to the signs of doom quicker

Maybe next so will I

Until then, I wait for mercy

Turning Wheel

The moment comes back

Did it ever really move on?

Rolling forward cutting a path

Sometimes it leads to yesterday

Feeling of just spinning in place

But intuitively I feel it turning

Carrying me to a distant place

If I had left carrion or two

I could return by my own wish

Instead I return by lack of planning

The wheel turns slow when watching

Which never really moves anywhere