Sunday, April 4, 2010

grin house effect

the rain you yell on me

is not the thunderstorm you paint

on your canvas, with your greys

at my window

in my face

soothing shower cleansing crystals feeding flowers

i recycle

the flames you throw my way

don't trespass their glowing ra(n)ge

burn no clothing, eat no fields

breed no ashes

leave no trace

healing warmth tanning wave cooking fire

i regrade

the tornados you breathe out

whistling all the shades of hate

move a leaf not, barely stir

scatter nothing

roar in vain

replenished lungs refreshing gush cool embrace

i repace

all in place

in your face

1 comment:

Gerry Boyd said...

Nice language and use of metaphor. Well done. Bravo!