hurricane.

What does my existence feel like.

My life is

ripping out blank pages

next to the fireplace.

It is an eternal hunger

for something nonexistent,

something. . so far away.

It is pushing the stone

up the hill, and watching it

roll back down again..

It is a silent nightingale

diving into the sea

without flying afterwards.

My life is a few pieces of puzzle,

missing something,

never quite complete..

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is the poster child for SHOW instead of TELL (first rule of good writing)!! You've chosen several distinct scenarios that make imagery pop in the reader's mind, in an unexpected way, using these concepts to describe how one's life feels. SO WELL DONE! The scenes you describe are familiar yet fresh & described so that the comparison comes across like a slap of clarity. This really makes me jealous! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Yahallo]

It was a personal write. Thanks so much for your kind words, Margie!

Happy Easter if you celebrate it! :)

[barleygirl]

Thank you, sweet friend!