Dark
Dark
A Poem by Jazzy D
Not in a muddle
Seeing another rain puddle
Brownian motion erratic
Weather is never static.
It is called a depression
With the wind as a concession
It is on a mission
Like nuclear fission.
Not waving but drowning
Patterns that are resounding
Blues that come so stark
Into this sepulchral dark.
A Poem by Jazzy D
Not in a muddle
Seeing another rain puddle
Brownian motion erratic
Weather is never static.
It is called a depression
With the wind as a concession
It is on a mission
Like nuclear fission.
Not waving but drowning
Patterns that are resounding
Blues that come so stark
Into this sepulchral dark.