Banishing Pandemonium


She ordered her various selves
To quieten down, line up and let
Each one take its turn at the mic
While the others listened politely

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 15, 2020, in Poetry, Quatrain and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Wise approach! Easier planned than carried out, of course … Still, worth a frequent staging … maybe every morning on waking and every evening at bedtime.

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