Like an obedient kid
where her shadow goes, she follows
Or a drifted bee
Where flower blooms, she bows
But then on some days
When came the whisper of haze
and all effort to rein in anguish fails
she let amok run its ruins
D’Verse’s Quadrille #122 with the word Go.
Nature Whispering 
Must keep a rein on amok.
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Yes, indeed 🙂 Thank you for commenting.
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So much vivid language here. I absolutely love:
“But then on some days
When came the whisper of haze”
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Thank you for your comment.
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Wow… to follow your own shadow is really a very strong and disturbing image.
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It is. Did not plan it to be too dark, but it turned out that way, so I just follow where the poem wants to go. Kinda taking a risk actually. Thank you for stopping by and commenting.
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Evocative.
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