Friday, August 19, 2005


no matter, no order

weather gave in to nature
rain withered
wilted flowers with colors covered
despondent liars
winds dispersed as they whispered
and could not be heard

voiced effervescence stirred
evanesced into atmosphere
luminous under thunder
yet lacking any luster
a silenced prayer
waiting to be heard

once roots are severed
alone in character
without blaze or breeze or birds
or weather or color or nature
reverberations converged under
appurtenant anger

as moths circling a fire
burned and hurt
perturbed but alert
vengeance outweighed fear
that no others could reverse
when a saddened seed would soon discern
there is no harbor
for a weathered, colorless flower

blog comments powered by Disqus

Coming Out Clean Blak Magik is Designed by productive dreams for smashing magazine Bloggerized by Ipiet Blogger Templates © 2008