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Living in The Eye

by Johanna May

I live in the eye of the hurricane.
Moved here years ago
since marrying a storm
since giving birth to its son.

Clinging to this center,
my barely rooted little dreams.
Clasping the remnants of hope
so far unbroken.

Nailed down normal things,
held by words on sealed papers,
clasped to prevent flying.

Feeling silly
wishing better weathers.


Posted on 11/24/2018
Copyright © 2024 Johanna May

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rob Littler on 11/26/18 at 04:11 AM

So much power, helping that swirling storm come into being, such a place for all riders of the storm... after a while, not trying to build what is sure to be blown down is its own special wisdom... most foundations start with an image initially anyway... I really liked this!

Posted by Brian Francis on 11/30/18 at 11:28 AM

With some relationships, it does seem like that storm. Clinging holding on oh my such a wonderful write. well said Poet. --bf

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