Rise up, gurgling,
Boiling, it's almost over
The edge of containment
Be held within a beating
Body, pulsating with the beat
Of energy and excitement
Energetically awaiting,
The rush, the whirlwind
Of the awaited
Whirling through the
Stormy days before,
The anticipation surges
Straight into what becomes
Anticlimactic in reality
-Poem Fanatic
Oh wow! I was totally feeling this about the convention I'm going to at the end of this month until that last line. I sure hope it isn't anticlimactic! Great poem. I love checking your poems out!
ReplyDeleteI'm not too sure about that last line myself- I guess it depends on what you make of your trip.
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