Monday, October 12, 2015

Thousand Storms

George Tooker, self-portrait

dance delirious
to the thousand storms

inside your head
not yet born

inside your shell
torn from the sea

inside a girl
a girl like me

For The Mag

14 comments:

Gail said...

I suspect there was much in this guy's head he did not allow us to see.

Good work.

Fireblossom said...

I don't hear anything. Seriously, this is another of your brief but sharp and edgy poems you are known for.

Sylvia K said...

Ah, yes! I do agree with Fireblossom! No one says it better than your brief, sharp and edgy poems and what a great example this one is! Thank you for sharing, as always, MZ! Have a great new week!!

Berowne said...

Terrific response to the prompt.

Kutamun said...

Ishtar rising !

Elena Sands said...

This is lovely. I really enjoyed it. :-)

Marion said...

Pretty awesome. xo

brudberg said...

What we seek in that conch might be exactly what we want.

Tess Kincaid said...

Oh yes...and me too...

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Awesome! Me too! I was late in posting this week. Hugs!

Kathleen said...

Dance, dance, dance! Yes!

The Blog of Bee said...

You always manage to nail it!

Ankita said...

this looks simple but is profound! loved it really :)

Georgia Koch said...

really delightful .. -bastet