Whirlwind Poem by Jeffrey Stultz

Whirlwind



My love is a whilrwind,
it leaps the walls and bypasses the gate;
It defies logic, making a shambles
of my best laid plans.

Joyously chaotic,
it strikes without warning,
destroying me utterly
while others are left untouched.
It blows where it will,
its ways are maddening
and wondrous beyond compare

1996
aka Taliesin Flynn

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