Agitated Bliss
A Metaphor
She thinks like the sea, all fluidity The current pulls at her thoughts Until they’re no longer Recognizably hers Flowing past her triggered gaze
She lets them go where er they will Knowing better than to direct She’ll only tire, falter, drown And like Ophelia off she’ll float In onslaught of a dissonance
Her moods remain at low tide ebb Broken rare by cyclone’s roar A function of the red bloom’s boast Blown straight in off the water’s depths To make the others cower, seize
And when the wind truly kicks up The sound of rain on bone is heard The gentled chiming softly pure Of summer comforts warmly felt It floats by on a memory
It speaks of cabled moonstone white The pieces seeking to collide Like tumbled shells on seabed floor Which rub exposed skin red rash raw Of youthful bathers buoyant form
From waves true course return to shore Refusing through lips tinged with blue From frigid mother’s waters kiss Until repeated can be heard The call which comes upon the wind Seeks to restore a balanced truth
Natalie Frank (Taye Carrol) has had work featured in Haunted Waters Press, Weirdbook Magazine, Siren’s Call Publications, Lycan Valley Press and Zero Fiction among others. Her poetry has been featured in several anthologies. She is Editor for 1-One-Infinity, The Partnered Pen and One Table, One World and is Editor in Chief for Promposity and Mental Gecko. She is also the Managing Editor for Novellas and Serials at LVP Publications.
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