Monday, January 30, 2012


Every port eventually sees a storm
even cozy harbors tucked away
opposing fronts are always bound to form

and fill the sky with swirling clouds of gray
that promise to unleash torrential tides
obliterating settlements of clay

until the heavens wrath at last subsides
and everything that's soaked begins to warm
because the fickle sun no longer hides.


Daydreamertoo said...

Life is exactly that isn't it. A roller coaster ride full of ups and downs and never plain sailing. If it is, we must live a very boring life and, we poets are always the worst for wear because, most of us tend to wear our hearts on our sleeve.
Nicely said Bob!

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

powerful expressions.

rch said...

Thanks dreamer and taylor!

Anonymous said...

yes, storms do wreack havoc, nice that you put a positive spin at the end, though a tad "bitter" possibly "the fickle sun"

thanks for the visit, happy gooseberry day! :)