A still calm storm.
Looking from the center.
A strange connection to it all.
While, yet, so disconnected.
Trees bend violently.
Wind creeks in to enter.
Consuming the light blues of the sky.
Turning them darker than expected.

A pale muddied gray,
Eats through all the hues.
From the pinks and the purples,
To the greens and the blues.
A feeling of immersion,
Enticing me to stay still…
To let the storm take me in,
And merge with mine, it’s own will.

Captivated by the simple,
Yet so structured dispositions.
Claimed by the claimless,
Air of innocent ambitions.
Where wholey and so,
We all meet in the middle ground,
Of where no voice can scream,
And no noise has sound.

A still calm storm…
To captivate all.
To watch from the inside.
To stand without fear.
To persist without hesitation.
To deny gravity the fall.
To be so far away,
And yet so very near.

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About Robin Elizabeth

My name is Robin Elizabeth and I'm 21. I do not create with my own ability, but with the gift God has given me.

One response »

  1. Amy Blecha says:

    this is abstract and love the variations on distances of your words.

    sharp entry.

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