A perplexing combustion of known and unknown…calamity
Straddling the weathered, white washed fences of my mind
It is its own, most formidable enemy… calamity
Perpetuating itself with fierce, relentless desire
Deeply entrenched in uncertainty…calamity
Tirelessly pursuing, and dressed in knowing pride
Fanning its own flames, fueling its own fire…calamity
Uncertainty breeds discontentment spiraling, furiously inward
The only consolation I see is consistency...calamity
It is certain that inconsistency is its own consistency
Finding comfort in this concept is…calamity
Not so unlike embracing the lesser of the evils
Where shall it finally make a home…calamity?
Worse and worst, poised on the dark and darker sides
A perplexing combustion of known and unknown…calamity
Straddling the weathered, white washed fences of my mind
Lisa Bennett 11/2010
**As a footnote, I thought I might share that this in no way reflects "my" state of mind, rather my curiosity for the word calamity. My mind started painting a picture with words, and I just started writing those words down...rest assured, my fence is up, and calamity has taken up residency quite contently on the pages of my blog...and here alone.
