Category: Writers Block
With misty eyes
I sit alone
My thoughts unclear
The vision gone
The storm roars on
The sun won't shine
There is no joy
In this heart of mine
If I could dance
And feel the wind
Hear the melodies entwined
The sea, the birds
The echoed dreams
The swaying trees
The voice of spring
The cold would leave
I'd see the light
Until then
The world stays quiet.
This is good. You have interesting imagery.
Bob
The title of your writing captured my attention for in my mind storms are usually so far from being quiet...
...then
I realized the ever present saddness conveyed by this writing
and
realized its a personal storm held deep within.
Very beautifully expressed.
Connie ~ Grace
Nice. Interesting the perception part, or feel to this writhing.
I'm glad you all liked this poem. Thanks for your comments, they are very much appreciated.
Hmm it's good but lacking originality the rythm is ok, but when you read it back it sounds like rap song.