Catharsis

Catharsis

High above the turmoil
is where I sit
Leaning against stone
Cool and comforting
Calming the chaos
Clamoring in my head

The stillness soothing 
Slowing time 
Slowing heartbeats
Breathing deeply
The crisp, clean air
sends oxygen back to my brain

Below the tempest brews 
in torrents of anger
Its waters boiling with rage
Thrashing against sharp rocks
Swallowing all in its wake
Taking no prisoners 



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Prompts

Sue Vincent’s weekly Write/Photo

Stream of Consciousness - Above/Below

  12 comments for “Catharsis

  1. February 13, 2021 at 9:45 am

    Above the fray. A calming place to be. Nice!

    • Christine Bolton
      February 13, 2021 at 1:08 pm

      Thanks Susan. The scene was inviting and it seemed a nice place to be quiet ☺️

  2. February 13, 2021 at 11:03 am

    What a scene your words have created.

    • Christine Bolton
      February 13, 2021 at 2:30 pm

      Oh I’m so happy! Thanks Sadje 🥰

      • February 13, 2021 at 8:14 pm

        You’re welcome 😉

  3. February 13, 2021 at 11:40 am

    Sometimes you need to see both the calm and the turnoil before you can find the balance at its heart 🙂

    • Christine Bolton
      February 13, 2021 at 1:05 pm

      Yes! You gave me the perfect spot to survey both ☺️

      • February 13, 2021 at 2:42 pm

        🙂

  4. February 13, 2021 at 8:30 pm

    Wow! Your meticulous choice of diction and employment of catchy metaphors made this poetic piece a classic one.

    • Christine Bolton
      February 13, 2021 at 11:42 pm

      Thanks Henry! I’m happy you liked it ☺️

  5. February 14, 2021 at 3:05 pm

    Beautiful, Christine.

  6. February 19, 2021 at 5:52 am

    So lovely ☺️

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