Saturday, December 22, 2007

The Storm

"Storm"

Why the wind blows
high the pensive brail,
An arousing motion of apathey

Where the flower grows
wear the petals flail,
An open sky of melancholy

When the water pose
bend the poinient hail,
A musing cloud of mutability

How the fire loathes
sow the preemtive wail,
A perpetual state of corruptibility

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice blog....if you were a girl.

Jake said...

Knitter is jealous. Nice poem.