Sands grains and tango - By Ru Hewage ( Copy rights protected) Please comment

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By Ru Hewage

Prodding , poking here , there:

Restless soul stop a minute.

Seeking boxed answers in the air

Aim hard to read all grains of sand

A whisper in your ear

Sets yours world on fire

A hurricane , a Tornado ,A whirlwind

Run through in a riotous tango

That gentle calm is lost;

Beckoned to the edge of reason.

The tempest in a pot:

Brews in mangles deep .

A song is lost in the tide;

Perhaps to loose it's way eternal.

Fractured soul there is hope

Don't despair in the dust.

Answer 1

I've read a couple of your pieces that I really liked. Unfortunately this is not one. Apart from a couple of spelling errors there is a lack of direction and/or meaning for me here. The overriding impression I get is just confusion and inarticulated angst. Sorry.

Answer 2

Seems to lack continuity and flow, partly through some very dodgy grammar.

This may mean something to you, and I'm sure the sheer texture of the words was a turn-on, but I, a humble reader, am having difficulty in understanding what the poem's trying to say. And that "brews in mangles deep" whilst having an intriguing sound, is way beyond me.