Storm Warning
A hurricane of stimulation,
a tornado of thought
Blowing through the vast unknowing,
our natures to be caught
When doubt sits high on light’s horizon,
storm warnings there portend
Whose cyclones of enlightenment
—with hailstones shape and bend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
