Hooray for Poetry Week!
OK, here goes with some bad poetry I wrote in college...
To Be The River
Sitting in the midst of the closing day
Winds blowing faster, colder
Looking at the storm coming over the hills
Enveloped in a curtain of fog
Staring at the quiet surety
Of the river winding its way
Through the cold, unfeeling hills,
It flows toward the sea, its destiny
To have the gentle knowledge,
The sureness, the calmness
That is the river,
This is sought but never achieved
Tears fall from the clouds
Even as they form in my eyes
To have the knowledge of the river
Is to never reach the other side.
5/98
Alrighty, be brutal people!!! ;)
To Be The River
Sitting in the midst of the closing day
Winds blowing faster, colder
Looking at the storm coming over the hills
Enveloped in a curtain of fog
Staring at the quiet surety
Of the river winding its way
Through the cold, unfeeling hills,
It flows toward the sea, its destiny
To have the gentle knowledge,
The sureness, the calmness
That is the river,
This is sought but never achieved
Tears fall from the clouds
Even as they form in my eyes
To have the knowledge of the river
Is to never reach the other side.
5/98
Alrighty, be brutal people!!! ;)