In the hours of darkness many, the sky wept and cried loud
Defying her in her angst, my little home, stood too
The wind bellowed through, the Oak trees standing tall
Branches wilted from most all, flying fast at my window
The churning storm it turned, the gentle ripples of the brook,
Into the big swirl of water, that spilt onto the brick lane
My white fence, built around, she didn’t spare that as well,
It broke in places, leaving me open, more to her grief
In her anger, ruin she did, everything that stood put,
Plunging the world around, into a sinister vacancy
And then she cried, till she could no more
Deep sighs filled the silence, left by the wind behind
Waketh I the next morning fine, to see my world as it should
The bright sun had come by, and wiped her tears away
Defying her in her angst, my little home, stood too
The wind bellowed through, the Oak trees standing tall
Branches wilted from most all, flying fast at my window
The churning storm it turned, the gentle ripples of the brook,
Into the big swirl of water, that spilt onto the brick lane
My white fence, built around, she didn’t spare that as well,
It broke in places, leaving me open, more to her grief
In her anger, ruin she did, everything that stood put,
Plunging the world around, into a sinister vacancy
And then she cried, till she could no more
Deep sighs filled the silence, left by the wind behind
Waketh I the next morning fine, to see my world as it should
The bright sun had come by, and wiped her tears away
-Kavita
Apr 02 2007
4 comments:
i really like the poem a lot.. but i cant picture sky/rain maker as a she.
hmm..lets try this..
in the hours of darkness the sky bellowed,
his angry intent, to shed the dark clouds of his turmoil.
and then he crushed them hard to squeeze the rains,
and yet, not satisfied, blew the gales with all his might..
in the darkness, my poor little home stood, scared and shaking.
Though she knew the mighty sky wouldnt shatter her.
For even in his anger, the mighty sky remembered,
that to hurt a woman would be unworthy of his strength.
see.. dont u think the rain-maker sounds more convincing as a man/male.. if you arent convinced its only because males are not so good at poetry and rhetoric and all that stuff :P
I enjoyed this....
yah somthng
nice stuff... liked it too
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