Notions And Emotions Poem by shimon weinroth

my moods run from one extremity to another,
starting here and darting there,
some do bleed and some are bled
often feeding on whims that have fled

new tempers brood and reject
one pole for another,
want and desire a fickle wanton must
belies every manner of trust

sensations tickled, senses satisfied
a momentary calm ensues,
followed by serenity and quietude
sighs and murmurs, hover and caress

until another time that will, bestir
my physical to excess
when with lightening speeds
my calm and my psyche are possessed