What Beauty Is The Storm?

May 30, 2012
By Madison Bryan BRONZE, Ellijay, Georgia
Madison Bryan BRONZE, Ellijay, Georgia
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What beauty is the storm ?

No such trivials can compare to the catastrophic bittersweet;

With her breath cold,

Her tears of pure,

Her sorrowful cries,

And her flashing glory.

I can only but wonder knowingly as she whispers her song,

as if only to me.

A shared secret for no other ears than mine,

no other lips to be spoken from but those who understand the translation of such silence.

As I stare upon her misery, I dare not think upon the life I've lived;

half awake, full mislead by words mistakenly trusted.

So what beauty is the storm ?

She is but mere beauty itself,

come to wash away the incoherent lies of a life

once lived, and twice forgotten.

If only for a moment.



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on Jun. 4 2012 at 11:56 am
thezebrasgray PLATINUM, Taylorsville, Utah
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Very strong.  This poem is powerful and moving mostly because of your amazing vocabulary

on Jun. 4 2012 at 11:56 am
thezebrasgray PLATINUM, Taylorsville, Utah
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Very strong.  This poem is powerful and moving mostly because of your amazing vocabulary


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