Open Poetry #1 |
Season of Storms |
Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
I could feel the tempest's wrath driving waves like slaves Lashing out with transient whip to all who misbehave Trees genuflect at the mighty maelstrom's throne He snapping trunks like twigs and like leaves thrown Waves come crashing, smashing against the sand-bag reef Scurrying slickered souls bracing in storm's bitter teeth Boats tossed about like toys in a cheesy B-rate show Snapping their moorings and sinking down below The skies clear but briefly for the tempest's eye Blue is mirage, for winds come from other side All is clear, the skies are bright, all water still Steam rises from the pavement curling 'round broken sill Children play in puddles and wade through flooded road Disbelieving parents find insurance null and void I ply my little flat bottom boat, a comedy of error Delivering this day's mail along with hollow prayer My boat is fully of kittens and pups, rescued from the stew Like them, and me, and all, heartbeats like with you ------------------ Le Jongleur Aspirante avec les bete chapeaux [This message has been edited by Alastair Adamson (edited 05-31-99).] |
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Genea Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 321USA |
i'd hate to be in that storm! |
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