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Swirling Words

Words are swirling
everywhere,
like a violent
tornado.

Words move
and jump and
don't stay still.

I try to capture
and arrange them
into something
meaningful.
I fail.

How do I
calm this...quiet the
words... make beauty
from this chaos?

I stop.
Listen.
What do the words
want me to know?
What are they trying
to tell me?

Listen...
Listen...
Listen...

Today my job is to
Listen to what the words
reveal to me...and not
to mold them to my message.

Listen
to the
swirling words.


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  1. Amy WarntzApril 19, 2016 at 6:09 AM

    I love the metaphors that are sprinkled throughout your poem. I don't believe you fail at capturing them into so something meaningful. I listened carefully and could hear some wise advice that you shared today!

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  2. Terje April 19, 2016 at 8:21 AM

    Sometimes we may let ourselves be carried away by the swirling words, not worrying about how many of the words we collect.

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  3. Stacey ShubitzApril 19, 2016 at 8:28 AM

    The swirling tornado of words. That sure is an accurate metaphor!

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  4. UnknownApril 19, 2016 at 8:31 AM

    My favorite line is What do the words/want me to know? I know that feeling!

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  5. TaraApril 19, 2016 at 7:58 PM

    I love the energy of this poem and its central metaphor.

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  6. TaraApril 19, 2016 at 7:58 PM

    I love the energy of this poem and its central metaphor.

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  7. Cheriee WeichelApril 19, 2016 at 9:31 PM

    This is so beautiful. I love the tension you have captured in this poem.

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