Balance

There is a balance of sorts
In this world I find so perplexing
It is brandished like weapons
And clashed upon shields
And it cries for attention...
This delicate balance of life

It longs to be noticed
Blatantly displaying it wares:
Blights in the east~ hot with fever
Storms to the south~ bruising the soul
Convulsions to the west~ birth pangs and thunder
A glimmer of hope to the north~ The first flower of spring upon the tundra
...A morsel for hungry caribou

It is what it is without apology


ELAshley
Circa 1990-96
& Revised this very evening:
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..::Original Comment::..

I'm elated.... four poems... each wonderful than the other.... in whichever order you read them..... I wish I could write poems as beautifully as you do...... thank you.... and.... smile.
Posted by clown on 05/22/2006 01:29:38 PM