Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Blow

The wind blows,
Making big waves,
Pounding
upon the shore.

Fist blows,
Pounding,
Make heart caves,
Emptiness.

Wind blows
pass,
Move on
And die.

Fist blows
Crash.
Will they ever die?
Sigh!

Copyright © 1993 by Al Johnson

1 Comments:

Blogger Marj aka Thriver said...

Al--thanks for the comment on my poem post. I'm thinking of a poetry slam-type event for the "Survivor Aid" idea. Would you mind going to those two posts (most recent) and telling me what you think? Thanks!

11:46 AM  

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