Sway
“… Like always, it did something to him, something he could never quite figure out. It seemed to put one part of him to sleep and wake another part up, the part that sent ideas bubbling up and out.”
– Janet S. Anderson, The Last Treasure
Sway it goes
In clutter and chaos
In madness and misery
Its quieted calm.
Sway it drapes
Protector prime
Shadowy sheath
Lighted love.
Sway it reaches
High to heaven
Skyward sailing
Guardian great.
Sway it swishes
All around me
Wrapped, enclosing
Holding me, still.
Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Tuesday, May 23, 2017.
Image: Swish by P.A. Moore.
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One way or the other
Perhaps
It is a part of the matter 🙂
Great poem!
Thank you my dear.