Smouldering
In this smoke so dense and thick with grey
I sense a smouldering so infinitely in array
Churning and churning in this maguier of fire
I see what anger the very earth can sire
What angst is in this smoulering I cannot say
However this fury I must avoid come what may
Heartbrak and thunder rule in fervor
I wait for dispersion this dense grover
Silently I watch with eyes amazed
Surreptitiously I walk ever so dazed
This is heat this burning growth
Alas this is burning smoke
I look down at my hand to see the match
That started this globe of smoulder
maguier - conglomeration (my poetic licence)
grover - smoke filled place (poetic licence)
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2008
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