The elemental outbrust claims forces broughtout by the winds of a hurricane
For they may carryout the sorrows of the past
That sits within a lockhearted monsoon
Makeshifted unto the unknown whispers of tomorrow
Makeshifted unto the unknown whispers of tomorrow
Those that fill the air with a gale like prism
Akin to a gem that radiates with the color of green
Yet who could know all the hues that flood the sky
Under the heavens and among the heavens
And of the earth that bears scars towards that of a sacred tempest
Unimportant I presume
Whereas I the forgotten votex of time
Looks forward as to dance with gusto in these cyclones of hell
Looks forward as to dance with gusto in these cyclones of hell
That echoes with the drums of life left beathless by a careless tempo
Therefore, I stare recklessly at the typhoons that move with the same sinister notion as me
Although, a breeze could clam my wild and untamed nature
The violent storm that rages within would not understand those gentle ways
Thus, condemning my essence to a whirlwind of emotions
Marked with the same chaos that instill a lost zephyr
You see
All I have herein this life lies forsaken within these winds
All I have herein this life lies forsaken within these winds
That sit above the clouds
Frozen in the stratosphere as a poetic ominous god
So, Take my hand and I will show you how to fly
Grab the diamonds that where mistaken as stars
And we will drift attuned to an intertwining flow
One that sways with elegance between these everlasting unwavering winds
~ Paradise’ Poet ~
Sinister notion maybe – but let the wind will carry us safe to the stars…
Anna :o]
Love the optimism in this, Tony… I'll be back for more… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
I like how your poem moves from darkness to optimism for the future, from despair to strength.
Great piece
The different aspacts of wind make an excellent metaphor.