There Is a Storm Brewing
There is a storm brewing and it is in my head,
Words are swirling in a mighty roaring wind;
Like colourful leaves tumbling and twirling,
And then it is raining adjectives and nouns;
The dark clouds are sailing across the sky.
I try to grasp the words and put them together,
Now syllables are cascading from above my head;
The metaphors, similes, alliterations at my feet,
A whirlwind takes them away as I pick them up;
Periods and commas and semi-colons drift by.
In my head I am putting a poem together,
Stanzas like beautiful wet trees are sparkling;
And the wind is blowing, the thunder is booming,
My dreams of verse gliding away in the tempest;
A violet explosion and a thunderbolt, an idea.
Leaf strewn leaves utter a wail like a violin,
Oh the sky is painfully dark and angry;
I gather all my words to my weeping heart;
Holding them like precious gems I love,
Then I wake- the birds are singing outside.
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April 18, 2016
PoetryVerse/There Is A Storm Brewing
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 779-037-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
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