Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

POEM: A Certain Madness

Posted on January 2, 2019 by B Gourley

there’s a certain madness
running through this world
times of tiding gladness
lightning bolts are hurled

discombobulation
in the soul of state
riding tides of nation
as we’re dodging fate

singing songs of nowhere
drumming beats of now
stumbling down the upstairs
counting whys and hows

subcutaneous drum beat
sinking to the bone
sitting in the fire seat
deflecting all the stones

so many without sin
or so they seem to feel
tossing stones on whim
sharpening their steel

5 thoughts on “POEM: A Certain Madness”

Nita Jain on January 2, 2019 at 8:39 pm said:

Reblogged this on AUG Codon: New Beginnings and commented:
Beautiful.

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Karen Craven on January 3, 2019 at 7:04 am said:

Discombobulated is one of my favorite words. Loves reading here.

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- B Gourley on January 3, 2019 at 7:37 am said:
  
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Amanda on January 18, 2019 at 3:48 pm said:

You have a way with words! Lovely

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- B Gourley on January 18, 2019 at 3:51 pm said:
  
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