Sunday, August 13, 2006


As dragons snap
and tigers flap
enlivened by the wind
a mother’s breath
inveigles death
to fleetingly rescind
its cold decree
allowing glee
some temperate time to bloom
and help adorn
the promise born
of those unmoved by doom.

3 comments: said...

Very short poem but Great!!!

ozymandiaz said...

For certain, life will go on, regardless of our best (worst) efforts

rch said...

Hey poetrywithmeaning, where'd your website go?!?

Oz, I agree, but will it be human life? DooDoo DooDoo (Twilight Zone Theme)