Weatherman
Date: Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 06:36:18 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: spike
I can feel it, behind my eyes,
The building thunder in darkening skies
The bolts of lightening starting to charge,
And the imminent storm, looming large.
My blood pulses through my veins,
Like raging waters across the plains
Like molten liquid deep in the core,
Of my inner self, hot and pure.
The pressure‘s building before the venting,
The coming tempest unrelenting
The seismic tremors preamble pain,
The violent change to old terrain.
But in the centre of the maelstrom,
The eye of calm, already half-formed
Dynamic tension holding sway,
A transformation is under way.
And in the crucible of my heart,
The baser emotions are set apart
As higher feelings swell and grow,
The banks are set to overflow.
And in my mind, a climate change,
Thoughts and memories re-arrange
I am elemental, competing,
Like the worlds ‘ weather forever, but fleeting.
And now here’s the weather in your part of the world...…
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