by Steve Tanham
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
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He dares not let it in, again
The chaos is too strong
It throws around the furniture
And wrecks the right and wrong
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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
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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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©Stephen Tanham
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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an interesting double exposure, Steve… and I wasn’t sure if you were describing yourself in the poem!
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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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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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Fabulous poem!
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Reblogged this on Not Tomatoes and commented:
A poem that goes deeper than you might at first think…
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Reblogged this on Stuart France.
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