The
Tempest of Poetry
(c)2014 Bob
Atkinson
there blows
in stiff wind
created by
the word
an
everlasting frozen
collection of
nouns and verbs
like a
whirlwind of change
these letters
spell the thoughts
of minds
evolved to think
and report
facts back to boss
here, in an
open world
where flies
the dust of change
we find
restitution
in words thus
re-arranged
cannot give
to the giver
much more
than we have done
for in an
underlying thought
he knows what
we have spun
stories of
our past
tales of our
future deeds
garnishment
of life
on all we can
agree
freeze
emotions for all time
let thoughts
be translated then
into a world
evolved from us
as simple
mortal men
let them know
all we were
let them like
us some
let them know
we tried our best
as we from
danger run
let them see
what we were
back when we
were young
and how we
gathered wisdom
when older
we'd become
trade our
sincerity
for that
truth of which we knew
let them see
our tears of pain
when success
we couldn't view
hopefully
they will exist
if we don't
destroy their seed
for if we
continue on this path
we'll be
devolved by greed
