Brand New World

Kevin Michael Bloor

The clouds, they clot the sky this morn
and gag the gleaming glow.
The murk and mist, with fog forlorn,
lament, and tide is low.

The seagulls that did sail and soar
loquacious, loud and lewd,
their screams, by sacramental shore,
are stifled and subdued.

The sounding sea, along the beach,
retreats and cannot roar.
The waves, they whimper out of reach,
down deep, dank ocean floor.

Then dawn bell strikes and beauty beams:
The Day Star’s breaking through!
‘Tis summer, so the sun she streams
to make the world brand-new!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 14th, 2022 06:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: for this dark, dank, dreary rainy day
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 20
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  • Rozina

    I could visualise the scene clearly from your wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing.

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