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An Imperfect Storm
by Aaron BlairMy life is an imperfect storm,
swirling around an uncircular middle,
tilting towards nothing as if it were the sun.
Resistance dissolves in water, like sugar
and the sweetness of knowing what lies beyond clouds.
A wind on my shore is a breeze on another;
is a different life, somewhere,
a starting over with a brand new name.
The sulfur in my rain burns your tongue.
I taste sour. You've grown bitter.
You recoil from me and my essence
until I take myself away to fall on someone else.
10/24/2007 Posted on 10/24/2007
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/28/07 at 01:29 PM Subtle geography that I can taste and feel. Emotionally intent, at once introspective and outspreading... a perfect "imperfect storm" of words. |
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