Dig Options

[weaver]

As storm skies blow in
calmer seas begins to churn
to toss and turn, whirl
in spiral pools, drill
to excavate some ancient site
buried in its sandy bed.

And so we search
to find mystery lost
only revealed when wild skies
flash strobes of lightning
clap out thunder at midnight
wake us from our small lives.

Set the every day on fire!
Quiet endless tick of wall clocks.
Dig - blow the ghosts away.

[anaisa]

Hi Weaver,

(it's KD from TCP) Hey I like this. I read it a few times and then it dawned on me
the second strophe was more of a metaphor (at least that's how I see it).
As if calamity or something unusual might awaken us from the mundane, to urge us
to set our lives on fire with meaning and passion. Loved reading this. One suggestion
is to slightly change these two lines. Either way, I enjoyed reading your poem.

clapping out thunder at midnight
to wake us from our small lives.


As storm skies blow in
calmer seas begins to churn
to toss and turn, whirl
in spiral pools, drill
to excavate some ancient site
buried in its sandy bed.

And so we search
to find mystery lost
only revealed when wild skies
flash strobes of lightning
clap out thunder at midnight
wake us from our small lives.

Set the every day on fire!
Quiet endless tick of wall clocks.
Dig - blow the ghosts away.

Report Post