Like the Wind Vanes I Wait for the Signs of the Winds in RedBubble Land

Like the Wind Vanes I Wait for the Signs of the Winds in RedBubble Land

I was inspired by the poem of Happy Feet 5, written here

she keeps it real, and lets the words that we think about YOU , flow into her pen.. thankyou , Iris

A storm is a brewing and it’s calling my name
a storm is a brewing and it’s all in my brain.

The thoughts are a swirling like twisters in my head
could this be the storm that I’ve become to dread?

I feel like the Mad Hatter who has gone insane
and my thoughts are like the White Rabbit’s
who says “Rush, Rush, Rush
I’m late, late, late
Madness in my thoughts is again beginning to reign

My hand takes the pen,
the pen with words starts to flow
the twisters that spin my thoughts are caught on paper
and kinder, friendlier winds start to blow.

Now that what is left is a refreshing, gentle breeze
I realized that like Alice who on the ground knelt on her knees
I had fallen into a hole
I have fallen into RedBubble where writers itch
to take their magic pens and bare their very souls.

Oh, Red Bubble, this time I put the blame on you for my anxiety
cause you have released the other side of the writer in me,
the one that speaks my truth, my fears, my rage, my realities.

Do I dare with my truth out in the open now put the virgil down
and lay me down to rest?
Nay! I dare not, for the windvane never puts the ever-shifting winds
to a test.

A storm is a brewing and it’s calling my name
a storm is a brewing and it’s all in my brain.

The thoughts are a swirling like twisters in my head
could this be the storm that I’ve become to dread?

I feel like the Mad Hatter who has gone insane
and my thoughts are like the White Rabbit’s
who says “Rush, Rush, Rush
I’m late, late, late
Madness in my thoughts is again beginning to reign

My hand takes the pen,
the pen with words starts to flow
the twisters that spin my thoughts are caught on paper
and kinder, friendlier winds start to blow.

Now that what is left is a refreshing, gentle breeze
I realized that like Alice who on the ground knelt on her knees
I had fallen into a hole
I have fallen into RedBubble where writers itch
to take their magic pens and bare their very souls.

Oh, Red Bubble, this time I put the blame on you for my anxiety
cause you have released the other side of the writer in me,
the one that speaks my truth, my fears, my rage, my realities.

Do I dare with my truth out in the open now put the virgil down
and lay me down to rest?
Nay! I dare not, for the windvane never puts the ever-shifting winds
to a test.

I worked with a caramel texture in this version that I was not too crazy about :)).. it is the pier of Miami I took while on a cruise vacation. lol

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