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Cyclone turns rosy

as halo drowns in ardent serenity.

Both the doubt and mettle bargain

for making a change.

Renewal happens; a dash.

Serenity drowns in halo

as it savors classy cyclone.

Situation cycles and laughs.

Reviews

[Kari Rakitan]

This poem makes me think of how life involves constant change. It is cyclical, and we often find ourselves back at the place we started, but our cycles also make an impact on the world around us. Sometimes, we get so caught up in our own cycles that we don't see the impact we have on others. We need our cycles (sleep, eating, breathing) to survive, but we also have the power to decide which direction our cycles take us.

[moog-drika]

This is soooo true and relatable. Such cyclone makes us keep cycling around our own system and we feel nothing but trapped in it.
Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. They added a very vivid meaning to the piece to think about. :D

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear friend.

[Neville]

Blown away this breezy mane my friend... your words here are a fine example of creating mighty images in the mind and the eyes of your readers.. one of the reasons I first fell in love with poetry.... All Good Things,

Neville

[moog-drika]

Thank you so much for all the positive words and sharing your thoughts on the write. It means a lot. :'D

[Neville]

you are most welcome :)

[Onlyme]

The topsy turvy world of life and living and grown and failing spins to mind via this poem about cyclone and serenity.

[moog-drika]

Thank you so much for such a vivid review. Means a lot

[Ballpark Frank]

I'm impressed. This is very thought provoking, and truthful too!

[moog-drika]

Thank you so much for the compliment. It really means a lot. :D

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice use of words dear poet. The description allow the reader to see and feel the words. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[moog-drika]

Thank you so much for taking a ride to my write. It really means a lot :D

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome my friend.

[Fran Marie]

A swift swirl
of turmoil
is felt within
your lines
do we fear
or fight it..

A spinning of
human emotion
and chaotic thought
can be as overbearing
as a vicious cyclone
circling us ..entrapment
comes t o mind..

nicely penned piece

[moog-drika]

Do we fear or fight it! That's something to ponder upon. But one thing we know is that the result will be very different from one another.
The only issue here is the entrapment that never lets you get out of the cyclone.
Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful thoughts. Means a lot :D

[Fran Marie]

you 're most
welcome;

[...]

Human communication like a weather. What great idea. We are sometimes like storms when we judge everything and everybody. Then we crash down from weight of our rage. We became sublime winds at misty valleys and want to apologize but those who we hurt vanished at white clouds above the Atlantic. Then we finally reach calm state of balanced moist at dry season. And we are fully accepted by returned rain drops what we hurt. And then we again start to storming at our rage. I hope i don't get overboard at my truly humble review. Great work like always. Looking for another.

[moog-drika]

NOT AT ALL! I actually got the taste of different meaning of my piece which I was looking for. And yours is absolutely on point. I guess it's hard to change the nature of nature completely but at least we can take baby steps towards something positive.
Thank you so much for your wonderful review. I really love its depth. :D

[...]

I will be probably never able to write realistic review like i am not able to write realistic writing. My mind always take me wonder off. Human emotions and weather are operating on simulate base of nature. First up after down then you are floating in middle and then you are at own wind of doubts. Everyday we can prevent our storm rage from simple observation, to be kind and grateful we are still alive. We can give each other love and empathy and smooth up every skies to see clear the sun of positive shine etc.

[Chris Shaw]

I kept seeing the eye of the storm in a moving circling mass. Apart from weather patterns my mind focused on differing opinions and how intense these can become. Building up to a crescendo and then dissipating and blending into the ether. People can be like weather patterns moog-drika.

Chris

[moog-drika]

Your interpretation made my piece so vivid. I could actually feel the tension. And true. people can be life weather patterns, circular but still a maze. Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts and adding a meaning to the piece. Means a lot.

[wordman]

a great perspitize on weather patterns

[moog-drika]

Thank you so much. :D

[wordman]

you`re welcome