not guilty
the calm outside the door belies a storm
while skies above our head turn darker grey
and sudden gusts of wind give dust a form
as spiral demons spirit leaves away
tho summers in the south are ever warm
less blessing than their curse, some people say.
when waters in the gulf begin to churn
the swelter brings us many things to learn.
for lightning travels fast and far despite
the only partly clouded skies above
and hurricanes can swift unfurl their might
but named or not each storm is worthy of
respect reserved for gods. - altho such fright
is suited souls like mine as hand to glove,
tempestuous as thunderstorms are we,
as filled as is a whirlwind with debris.
so biding time i play a waiting game
half hoping for a tumult, half for calm
and meanwhile as the storm has earned a name
a part of me writes poetry - a psalm
of homage. feeling slightest twinge of shame
for honoring castastrophe. no qualm
about composing verses other times
but what if storm is summoned by the rhymes
By moon spirit
© 2010 moon spirit
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