As she sits in the rocking chair
she rocks with an intensity
that of course leads no where
In her utterly
f
r
a
g
i
l
e
state
anxiety flows through her like a muddy river
she waits
and waits
for the quaking
in her veins to cease
Nerves are as s.h.a.tt.e.r.ed
as the vintage wine bottle
as the vintage wine bottle
that lays at her feet
Her heart soars with love and contentment
that NO words can describe
BUT
Her mind is a restless wind
which can not be contained
well the emotions are all over the place...smiles...love the concrete imagery you did with the words...
ReplyDeleteKalidoscopic!
ReplyDelete__I sometimes (often?) see my thoughts through my minds kalidoscope.
__Lovit Cindy!
The structure had me going through all the emotions right along with her. Interesting that her mind is so restless and her heart so full of love. Totally intriguing writing, Cindy!
ReplyDeleteYou put some real creativity into this!
ReplyDelete(And the wind blows...)
Good morning to you too Cindy...from Lorraine's blog...all well but a little too busy with guests and other things,
ReplyDeleteJust rushing through reader, didn't see your post...this could be autobiographical...and I could relate with her -- the most loved filled hearts are most often with the most restless minds :)
Hope Isabel and all are doing good :)
love,
devika
whoa you shook me up there Cindy honey, obviously not talking about baby///
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