Storm Poem

December 3, 2009
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Whispers whispers
soft as night
steal through the quiet
ocean fight.

The stars mock.

Pebbles scatter,
thoughts askance,
from this awful
midnight dance.

A rock creaks.

The tension mounts
as waves pristine
do froth and all around
seems to gleam.

The water boils.

Mermaids shriek
and pull their hair
as Poseidon
screams his prayers.

The skies thunder.

An octopus
bolts to find a way
to save his garden
from the bay.

The pearls flash.

The clouds thunder
and show their face,
one which man could never

Men’s masks fall.

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