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!