Tempestuous as stormy ocean tide
A strange phenomenon ascribed to moon
Hallucination hears that mocking tune
Philosopher of truth can't be denied
The trees gesticulate officiously
like sentries standing tall between the trails
Nefarious of sound, the scheming gales;
their voices mocking with profanity
Insanity has claim'd coherent thought.
Disease that like a demon rules with fear.
Escape impossible for death's dark bride.
Quiescent but for silent, scorching tear.
Veracity no longer is denied.
Her plans 'n dreams of future come to naught.
Chanti 2004 All rights reserved
Mr. H. beat me to the punch, again, didn't he?
Love Tinka
This is a poetic Flower with aroma of knowledge and art.
The subject dealt was developed to its best. The lexicon
employed did enrich the poem. I liked the rhythm of this
composition, except in lines twelfth and fourteenth.
This poem was written in FREE VERSE – including free rhyme –
and it does add scent to the poetic Garden.
Healthy Long Creative Life, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
you must have used the ink of the gods, to create this beauty!
Felix
EDL