Liilia Talts Morrison

Gold Star - 4,968 Points (August 20,1937 / Estonia)

Whirlpool - Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

There are days my balance ceases
Sanity decreases
Fear releases
Its dark whirlpool

There are days deep hidden urges
Surface and despair emerges
Life's thread verges
On whirlpool's rim

There are days as black as condors
Mind can't ponder
Body wanders
Into a whirlpool

There are days with no forewarning
Noon or morning
Unadorning
Pull me down.

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Some days are more challenging than others.

Comments about Whirlpool by Liilia Talts Morrison

  • Margaret O Driscoll (1/9/2016 4:37:00 AM)


    'Whirlpool's rim', 'There are days as black as condors', Liilia your poetry has me in a whirlpool of admiration and awe, deep, delightful, delicious! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012



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