Quietude's repose...‏

Raining upon my soul's salvation

    spirited winds breaking their levy

agonizing reign of quietude's repose

    whirling typhoons of despair

upheavals of dither's agitation

    fluster'd turbulence plays havoc

      flooded of overflow's emotions, 

mind in a free fall fracas

    blustering temperatures rearrange

            atmosphere's pressure under 

  braggadocio's storm siege      tease

    mood's gauge bent of salvag'd tranquility

Author's Note

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Quietude is not always what we hope it to be. It is in the quiet moments that our minds, not otherwise occupied, are as you say:

fluster'd turbulence plays havoc
flooded of overflow's emotions,
mind in a free fall fracas

There is no winning for losing I think.

[Frieda P]

You said a mouthful there Anne, thanks so much for your thoughts.

[Sami Khalil]

Great imagery of dams breaking under the weight of heavy spirited winds, of typhoons whirling in despairs, of havoked emotions. An very good atmospheric write I may add...Bravo...........

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Sami, jazz'd you enjoyed my typhoon. :-)

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:).................

[Frieda P]

You have to watch out for those changing weather patterns in your head ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

True...:).........................

[Ahena MK]

a wonderful piece.... bravo :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Ahena :-)