Saturday, April 11, 2009


Dark clouds close rank
Over the moment and
Upon it empty
All their voltage.
A rage of light
Blinds the mind.
It lingers and
When at last the rain
Reclaims control
The brain is uneasy.
Of itself! yes the soul
Demands proof.
I am always a little
Worried about my roof.

1 comment:

  1. That's a great tag line (if that's what it's called) at the end. Poems like this remind me of the classic Greek theatre festival format: three (or more?) tragedies followed by a comedy!


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