The Tempest of Poetry - By Bob Atkinson
The Tempest of Poetry
- by Bob Atkinson
there blows in stiff wind
created by the word
an everlasting frozen
collection of nouns and verbs
like a whirlwind of change
these letters spell the thoughts
of minds evolved to think
and report facts back to boss
here, in an open world
where flies the dust of change
we find restitution
in words thus re-arranged
cannot give to the giver
much more than we have done
for in an underlying thought
he knows what we have spun
stories of our past
tales of our future deeds
garnishment of life
on all we can agree
freeze emotions for all time
let thoughts be translated then
into a world evolved from us
as simple mortal men
let them know all we were
let them like us some
let them know we tried our best
as we from danger run
let them see what we were
back when we were young
and how we gathered wisdom
when older we'd become
trade our sincerity
for that truth of which we knew
let them see our tears of pain
when success we couldn't view
hopefully they will exist
if we don't destroy their seed
for if we continue on this path
we'll be devolved by greed
Copyright © Bob Atkinson | Year Posted 2014
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