It’s beating on my eyes again
It’s blowing up my nose
It’s howling round my lips and mouth
And stealing my repose
He dares not let it in, again
The chaos is too strong
It throws around the furniture
And wrecks the right and wrong
I’d like to give a voice to it
But how to drink the wind?
I’ll have to keep him well subdued
Then see what else it brings
A finer wine would be uncased
A deeper taste, an ‘I’ concealed
And leaden fear would drop away
To leave the laughing storm revealed
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an interesting double exposure, Steve… and I wasn’t sure if you were describing yourself in the poem!
Thank you for the reblogs. Jaye. It’s a poem of consciousness that works backwards from the ‘experienced’ object- the storm- to the egoic perception, to something deeper; which recognises its kinship with the actuality of what’s ‘out there’.
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A poem that goes deeper than you might at first think…
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