I read a poem in a journal
was hard to grasp it's kernel
A theme seemed to be there
Surely, written with care
Metaphors, simile's lay scattered
Thoughts confused and battered
It seemed to tell a story
Which I did not get, I'm sorry
In my opinion reader dear
Attempt sincere- but not clear
Is being obscure, the role
Or (modern) poetry's real goal?
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be