Emotional Onset Surges Like Tsunami

Unbeknownst tummy why, (around
about 2200 hours October 5th, 2018),
a slew of forgotten incidents quasi
lee linkedin, and questionably
nsync, though lightly browned

with Alfred Lord Tennyson's,
"The Charge of the
Light Brigade" - ("found"
via Google search), nonetheless,
said decades old reminiscences

and remembrances, viz
early father forcefully
came barging unstoppably,
and furiously galloping
out of the blue - painfully crowned

ning me noggin like
a crash test dummy
on the prowl akin
to a frenzied blood hound
tearing at light speed - unbound

(defying laws of physics) just now
forgotten instances I feebly
try to expound
inexplicably purportedly
buried in a “mound”

long forgotten everyday details,
when all my (deux than
young restless) children abound
did with limitless energy ground
me with fatigue as the world turned,

two beautiful hearts lovingly pound
ding with oblivious innocent bliss,
ah such ordinariness unwound
recollections roared back resound
ding lee - into my mind

with out a sound
re: collections long since past
suddenly didst rib bound
did (mainly, when thee and the Punim
spent time at playground

as young little girls),
who oft times found,
ye or Shana clamoring
for this dada to push
both of thee simultaneously

on the swing or merry-go-round,
or later on during that evening,
or another occasion found
the three of us
laughing (ho...ho...ho...) as we played

one or another round
of Mancala, Uno, Scrabble,
Sorry, (where this papa clowned
no matter, he got his game pieces round
lee sent homeward bound),

those supposedly forgotten
days of yore suddenly rumbling
within thy inner sanctum all mound
joyless deep under ground
came barreling thru my psyche

analogous to a class 5 hurricane
like gang busters
lashing out and drowned
at my whole being.
Analogous to many a flaming among

fiery roaring tongue,
poised sinned thyself to flung
maybe this equates with
emotional repression – Carl Jung
would attest deservedly, aye clung

condemned to Dante's Inferno,
searing each lung
where just moments ago, a typhoon
swept over this papa,
no longer a foo fighting

"special hero" unsung,
whose sweaty hands could
no longer grasp hold of sanity
his entire soul felt inconsolably rung
with bittersweet asphyxiated,
choking suffocating tears.