Creative Control

Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist


I am no longer
referring to it
as a wave.
For I do not want this
merely washed away,
and capable of returning
with the flow of tides.

If we must be snowflakes
then I would wish it to be
an avalanche
triggered by disturbance of peace
compelled by force of gravity
that pummels
and suffocates
and buries for decades
as it merciless rolls
down the side of the mountain.


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This entry was posted on June 29, 2018 by in Poetry, Politics.
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