Whirlpool Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

One name aflame revolves within
brain reigned by laser beam too bright.
Light dances, now twists out of sight,
Enters, then leaves, returns round rim,
reeves here, weaves there, seems to alight
as dreams end where new dreams begin.
Shimmering strands trail, silky thin,
make iridescent patterns quite
prismatic, blending blue and white.
red, green and yellow, pink, begin
collide-o-scoping crystallite
oscillating out and in,
up and down until delight,
vibrating as a violin
imagination sets alight.

One name sets soul on whirlpool spin
while time leaves rhyme some space despite
its distant drum, masked menace quite
as present as some implicit sin
suppressed from self-conscious limelight.
Thus round about mind plays, can't pin
down sentiments which reunite
two halves as twinned whole swallowed quite
by whirlpool which all hallows, spin
mocks worldly locks, unblocks, tonight
knocks inhibition's bowling pin
to frame a strike: love at first sight.

Anticipation, with a grin,
turns senses topsy-turvy.