Whirlpool Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison
Whirlpool
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.
Monday, August 20, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Some days are more challenging than others.
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Liilia Talts Morrison
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/26/2024 10:14:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'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!