inside the dark eye of the strong storm inside
filled with swirling and turning and unending
my tired eyes,
my tired mind,
my tired heart,
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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #31 by Grace.
Today, write us a postcard poem.
Our word for Quadrille Monday is STILL. Use it as a noun, adjective, adverb or verb. You can also combine still with another word like stillness, stillwaters, stillborn, stillrooms, or even standstill. Our challenge: please write a poem of precisely 44 words, not including the title, and including a given word.