Tag: micropoetry

Born of the Tempest

Some things
Are not meant to be seen
Under a blue sky
In the full glare of the sun

Some things
Were born of the tempest
And their beauty lies
In the storm

Likin’ the badlands
Most of all
For the lichen

The day wanes
Punctuated by
A crescendo of colour
To which I am immune

Eyes closed
In your arms
A burst of colour
Beyond any sunset

Texture
Articulate
Constructed
Of hardship
Perseverance
Resilience
Like the character
Of recovery
True beauty

The tide
High
And I
Am an Island

Isolated
And alone

But tides turn
And so do I

So soon
The sea
Reveals
The sand

And I
Am one
With the
World

Again

We grope around in the darkness
Seeking the light which illumines
The stories waiting for us to tell

The city boy
Looks at the bread on his table
And remembers the prairie

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