This Isn’t Kansas #poetry #storms


aug redshoes021

Steadfast I’m Whipped around

facing where I had begun

grasping for a rail

there’s a wolf upon my trail

grabbed and turned again

not sure where I have spinned

troubled are the leaves

this wind more than a breeze

forward I must go

grasp you pull me through

like a needle through a thread

dusty gloom causes dread

whip me once again

I wish Id been prepared

I’ll flutter with the trees

and shudder on my knees

howling through my ears

there’s nowhere left to flee

chills me to the bone

storms gathered up my home

unlike the fairy tales

no red heels here to save

life has left the grave

hold me while I scream

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6 thoughts on “This Isn’t Kansas #poetry #storms

  1. “Hold me while I scream.” A great line to end this. Though it has a feel of fantasy, I couldn’t help but think of life, how it throws us around, pulls us, scares us. Great write.

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