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The Storm

On this day in 2011, I started this blog.  Disjointed Rhymings is a whole year old today =D   Thank you to all of you for your contributions, feedback and support.  I hope that you are still enjoying what I post (when I remember to) and will stick around for the next year too!

Sorry for the silence of late, a combination of writers’ block and allowing myself to get out of the habit of posting.  I shall try to do better this year though.

I tried something a little different for me with this one, partly because I’d had the first two lines stuck in my head like a song for several days.  Maybe now I’m a little more comfortable with using a set number of syllables per line, I’ll finally get around to doing that haiku I’ve been putting off for so long.

 

The Storm

 

I am the tempest,
I am the storm.
I am the warning,
Writ in shepherd’s red dawn.
 
I am the black skies,
I am the clouds.
I am the dark day,
Blotting out the new sun.
 
I am the howling,
I am the gale.
I am the herald,
Of the torrent to come.
 
I am the deluge,
I am the rain.
I am the downpour,
That washes all away.
 
I am the blue skies,
I am the sun.
I am the clear air,
Swept clean by the storm’s might.
8/6/2012
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A Sudden Storm/The Seashore

Sometimes when working on a poem I’ll end up with different ways of using the same verses or lines.  Usually only one makes it to the final cut, but I guess when I was younger I didn’t mind (or notice) so much.  This pair show it pretty well.  Enjoy!

 

A Sudden Storm
The sun is shinng high above,
Gulls are flying like a dove.
The sun is casting a golden glow,
Above the water’s flow.
 
The waves are getting bigger,
 As they wet a lonely figure.
They crash onto the shore,
As they wrench the sea-life off the floor.
 
A storm is brewing fierce and strong,
Each thunder clap sounds like a dong.
The waves that tower high,
As a gull struggles to fly.
 
Slowly the storm dies down,
It leaves the rocks with a seaweed crown.
A sea-otter floats past,
As an albatross dives down so fast.
Pre-2000

 

 

The Seashore
The sun is shining high above,
Gulls are flying like a dove.
The sun is casting a golden glow,
Above the water’s gentle flow.
 
Each day new families hatch,
The seaweed’s moved to a different patch.
A sea-otter floats past,
As an albatross dives down so fast.
 
Soft white sand,
Warm blue seas.
Where awkward places hide shoreline gems,
And a light, cool breeze drifts through the cove.
Pre-2000

 

 

Speaking of the seashore, I should be in Whitby by the time this post appears.  How’s that for timing! 🙂

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