Weather Our Souls

An acrostic poetry series by Tamyka Bell

in which I explore weather patterns and elements as metaphors for the human condition and our relationships

(Photo, previous page, by Dieter Metz.)


Storms blow into our lives. Soft ~ ~ ~ winds stir new growth, closing into darkness, obscuring our paths. Strong gales weather our souls into fractal transgressions: life, in all its agony, knows no end.

(This acrostic nonet was first published in This Glorious Mess. Photo, previous page, by Natasha Vasiljeva.)

Tamyka Bell·
3 min
17 cards

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