Ghost of An Achievement
In anger he conspires
creates havoc on his way down,
simply spoils one’s hair
when revealing one’s crown.
He aid’s Monday’s wash
with the strength of a kiss,
commands the clouds, rain,
many heartaches and bliss.
He controls the ocean
those that dare to venture,
resolves the passing of time
when leaves in autumn surrender.
He provides the cushion
above tableland and mountains true,
compose permutations
for Condor, Airliners and crew.
He shapes the moorland tops
Pen-y-gent and Pendle hill,
a track of perpetual tenacity
yet gently wields the morning chill.
For he has many names
this force with volatile agenda,
velocity in many forms
nature’s power on its very own bender!
© Harry J Horsman 2008
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment