Falling in love can feel very much like a tornado, don't you agree? *** Swirling, whirling Round and round. Spinning, howling Violent frenzy. Havoc--untold--wreaked Breathless, mindless Tangled, twisted. Pulled into a vortex Drowned in passion Lost, gloriously In the tornado named you.
This is a poem in a finished manuscript of mine which I intend to self-publish next year (I hope!). Here's the blurb of that book, tentatively titled Chroma Hearts: A new bride suffering from catatonic depression. A loving and purposeful husband willing to sacrifice everything to break through the desolation and darkness of the black… Continue reading Her Poem