“ Temperamental Way ” ~ instrument of reactivity ~

Temperament,

You diabolical

Disposition

Of peculiarity,

Pulling or pushing

Unpredictably,

Confounding

My postulation

Op purposeful state,

I could but hope

This not be my fate…
 

Temperament,

You an instrument

Of reactivity,

Able to incite anger

In wrathful manner,

Ensue with sorrow

Beyond the matter…

 

Temperament,

You have me blocked

Waiting in the shadows

Like a helpless hock,       

I search where to begin

Wouldst find to stay,

One’s temperamental way!

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“ The Fate ” ~ of a dying wind ~

If you hear

The sound of me,

You’ll discern

The wind I be,

As I expand

My fleeting

Helix spree,

Thus you’ll hear

The ireful tale,

Wants express

My indignation,

Though in excess

Of any disguise,

To echo best

A woeful tale,

That so bemoans

The boding fate

Of a dying wind!