- Non-Erotic Poetry
- September Winds
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Click here What was breathed into the stratos
was captured by a sea with stormy eyes.
Life was reborn from leviathan breakers
when dawn opened its whirling skies.
Ravens watched barrier islands weep,
as drowning images clawed each shelter.
To a paradise of civilized citizens,
September winds became 'heltur 'skeltur .
Tired gulls flew amidst broken berths
seeking refuge and abeyance.
Ghosts of Atlantis took in the view,
as squall lines besieged fragile balance.
The groan of twisted snapping roots
begged for respite from the pain.
This day we were as Atlantean natives
whimpering naked in the rain.
As our sanctuary seemed to waiver
nature’s elements advanced her storm.
Neighbors prayed for his brother's safety
as our dominion was transformed.
Although our struggle is far from over
and we begin our coastal repair.
Paradise survives in the heart universal
with a symphony of harmonic prayer...
Our fractured nation now courts disaster,
split in political aftermath,
and hurricanes and 9-11’s
did not deter humanity from its path...
- COMMENTS
Maria2394about 19 years agovery descriptive. You had me remembering hurricane HUgo until I got to the end. A very effective surprise, enjoyed reading :)
duckiesmutabout 19 years agoI spent the last fifteen minutes thinking about your final line (instead of working on invoices).
Anything that won't let go of my brain is good in my book. :)
