Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Storm Symphony



Like tightened nooses all the halyards creak
and moan obscenities;  the mocking dull
wind’s muttering crescendos to a shriek;
Black waters churn and slap our eggshell hull.
Beneath it all the ocean’s bass profound
obliterates the known world and creates
a universe of water, wave and sound,
oblivious to petty human fates.

Within the rage, hope’s faint and precious hum:
that nature will find balance, calm will come.

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