Composing me.

The charm of calm, 

Hoped for, envisioned, and thus

Assumed.

Folded over and over into

A tiny square, 

So crushed and lost in

Pockets that the

Lies inside came in

Behind my eyes.

Oh, dreaded affections

Nursed from afar.

You are now me

More than forged and

Guarded notes;

Declarations to and of

The self.

The sadness of the rain

Wraps me up, 

Lets lonely fingers twitch.

Voices stew unheard

In an iron cauldron - 

Only to bubble over

Into the calm.

Reviews

[LeeLee Ryder]

CM unfolds softly onto the page then builds to a quick boil and ends with a tranquil but energized bubble. Self exploration is a journey and this poem demonstrates that notion... I loved the 1st verse immensely... And the phrase:'Voices stew unheard in a iron caldron' expels out an excellent image of inner dialogue... Kudos!
LLR