[Aliantha]

Here's a couple I wrote a while ago.

A Rose

When a flower blooms
it seldom recognizes
the symptoms
of its own doom.
The petals wilt
as time goes on,
and withered cracks appear
on the pristine velvet
of the dying beauty.
The pity is that time can’t heal
The loss
Of one
As
Beautiful
As you…


RAINS

It was dirty, dry and dreary
as the sun beat hotly down,
The shimmers we saw clearly
as they wavered from the ground.

The rains they hadn’t come
as was wont to happen often,
but the clouds now brought the thrum,
of the heat’s end, like a coffin.

The skies did crash and break,
like the burst of dawns first light,
and so the ground did take,
the kiss of rains delight.

The rivers banks did burst,
a bubbling boiling mass,
and the waters brought their curse
into the deserts great morass.

They rushed along regardless
of the terror they brought forth,
as they ran into the yardless
plains, until they lost their force.

The rivers did subside
and life went on and weary,
but rains will come again
to the dirty, dry and dreary.