THE GROWING SPIRIT:
Discovery and Recovery

A Poetry Chapbook

by
Susan Smily

FEELINGS ©

 

My feelings waft around
Like smoke eddies
In the breeze.

They start out straight and strong
And then, suddenly,
The slightest little breeze
Breaks up the flow
And sends them whirling, swirling
In crazy loops and spirals.

I cannot follow them
Or hold them
As they break and twist
Billowing outward in crazy dances
Rolling back upon themselves
Doubling, tripling
Shapeless, confused
Thin and thick in the same instant.

Then, without notice,
The breeze disappears
The currents vanish
And the smoke rises straight and true -
Once more at peace.

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