The Cleansing

I think it is really prose and not a poem. There is no form, nor rhyming scheme.

 

 

 

 

Let the wind whip wild

A cyclone of churning

Blowing with all its might

Clearing choking clutter away

Scouring my mind’s laundry

Of infestations old and moldy

Banishing life long banshees

That wail woefully of doom

Wasting the wholeness of me

 

Be tempest loud, until I

Pass through the storm’s eye

Emerging to the other side

Stripped, scoured, dripping

Finally free, bathed in light

Strong, straight in serenity

Hopeful and harmonious

Heart and mind, clean rooms

Open to life’s possibilities

 

Author's Note

Review as you will. Thank You

Reviews

[Adrian K. Smith]

I cringed at the description, but that is just me. I put that aside, read it for what was said rather than how it was said, and I was not surprised that I enjoyed it...

[Akili Amina]

wonderfully written

[Ray Hamilton]

I liked it, One must give the mind a good Cleansing every now and again, don't you think
Thanks Ray { Not a Poet }

[The Hatter Girl]

Poems don't have to rhyme, I liked the words you included in yuor poem/prose. It made it interesting and flowy (If thats a word) I liked it ^^