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Open Poetry #27

The Coming Storm

Professor Gloom
Member Elite

since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

0 posted 2003-07-31 08:06 AM

Today’s dust paints her,
Red clay rouge on her pale cheeks,
One eyes of sky blue
Bloodied by sleepless long weeks
Of constant roaming
Never knowing what she seeks
Still looking all day.
Her clothes dirty and tattered
Her mind confused and battered.

A rumble is heard,
Not her own stomach this time,
But far off somewhere
Echoing haze in her mind
An old memory,
A thought she can not still find,
It speaks in the breeze
That gathers all the faster,
Bearing trash quickly passed her.

There on the corner
She leans heavy on her cart
All her possessions,
Treasures she won’t let depart,
Something is coming
Somehow she knows soon will start,
And the sky flashes;
To find shelter she does know,
But has nowhere else to go.

Gloom

Seymour Tabin
Member Empyrean

since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

1 posted 2003-07-31 08:10 AM

Professor,
Now this is pure gloom, enjoyed.

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2003-07-31 08:43 AM

...and there, but for the
grace of God,
go I.

Well done, Sir

[This message has been edited by Sunshine (07-31-2003 08:44 AM).]

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

3 posted 2003-07-31 08:48 AM

How very sad...
Well done Gloom.

~Soft smiles, Nancy~

~The breeze that kissed you on the face,
Has held me in the same embrace~

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