Her – A poem


 

 

 

Her

 

Her ~

 

Her nature is fluid

a whisper

a scream

a jest

A consistent wanting

ever disguised.

How to cope with her?

Ha!

Now that is a trick question!

You do not cope.

You do not endure.

You do not wish.

Simply be,

like a kite in the wind

letting your tail be your anchor

as the breeze blows,

keeping you aloft.

Floating upon her currents.

You fly…

higher

and higher.

Never questioning

why

as you  just enjoy the ride.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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