Fury

I dance in the darkness

Of my thoughts

Searching

Through webs and witchery

Reaching the depth

Of my haunting misery,

I delve deep within

And travel the mistral wind,

A wind that carries secrets

Of ancient sages

In hopes of learning

How to release the fury

That's attached itself

To me for ages.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to lose fury. We hold on to disappointment too long. I like the thoughts in the poem.
"A wind that carries secrets
Of ancient sages
In hopes of learning"
A wise culture learn from mistakes. A dumb one repeat the same error over and over. Strong statements open the door to thoughts in this amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Emily B]

oh, there is power in the word and the wind

[Patrick]

This is familiar in thought and tone...delving deeping within and taking a look certainly yields. I liked the brevity of this poem and it's honesty.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Powerfully mystical, wonderfully penned.