the days are getting darker
the dread has made it's claim
to my wearied and forlorn mind
i stand on the shore again, old
looking across the choppy waters
wondering of the lands beyond
of building storms coming from their shores
there is no doubt in this
you can feel the chill
the change, the power
will it behoove us to gather the stores
or have we given them all away
human pettiness, irrelevant details
are all that seem to remain
when the fore-cloud of the future
envelopes the whole of mankind
will there be wonder, contemplation
or shivering bundles in dark corners
waiting
how long have i been waiting
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Tis Autumn, and truly one month in, to boot. "...the Summer is past--...and we are not saved--" how you bring this prophetic passage again to mind subtly, as it were, and too excellently illustrate its portent. Thank you very much.
Thank you for reading and the kind critique.
A sense for boating privates this piece. There is a shadow of darkness as well, and the reader weights in anticipation.
With me, the ocean often plays its role, and somehow brings me along with it.
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