Like a clock during a thunderstorm

Let the winds of fear, anger and sorrow come

They make waves on the surface

but in the depth of the ocean of our being

there is a profound stillness

that has its own pace

like a clock during a thunderstorm....





Poetry by Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-11-01 at 10:52

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shells
I really loved this, it's clever, but simple and profoundly true.
2009-11-01



Yes in deed, you describe our internal balancing mechanism with perfectly timed ticks so well here...but you would, because you know the secret of the key.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-11-01



I really like the central image of the poem--the quiet, regular ticking of the clock contrasted to the mayhem of a thunder storm. I think of an old poem that begins: "Go placidly amidst the noise and haste..."
2009-11-01