Thunder announces the coming storm, its reverberations ignored.
Category: Poem
Twisted
Twisted is the child of twisted parents.
Twisted is the land of twisted people.
Twisted is the world.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #195 Poem – World of Green
Objects hover over green depths as water reflects their shape amid a symphony of light.
Poem – Intermission
Intermission ice cream marches as windows fog. The show starts in seven minutes, but a lifetime of memories has just begun.
Poem – Black Wings
White wings hang by the gate as self-absorbed souls fall away.
Even Angels Need A Break
Humankind cries out, solutions are offered but go unheeded; even angels need a break.
Poem – Look Up
Puppet master strings entangle the world as a chaotic symphony exposes evil hands, the audience refusing to look up.
Poem – Afraid
Preachers preach, dictators kill, and people watch like good little sheep.
Some follow the dictator, while others the preacher, all too afraid to stand.
Poem – Flutter
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, wings flutter past your cheek as a breeze.
Poem – Without
Without the rain and cloudy days, the earth would be scorched and dry. Without the sun, it would be dark and lifeless. Without the wind, without the snow, without fire and ice, we would not exist.
Timothy French 