Monday, June 4, 2012

and i Pray

and i pray

a brisk breeze comes
a cold front embraces life
accompanied by an unusual rain

the sky is half clear
and the other half
seriously overcast
even nature appears
to be confused

is this a sign
of a coming
age
where ice may recapture
the balance of mother

what are we to do ?
gather matches
and pray
that a wind not come
and extinguish our flame
the one we have left
unattended

yesterday
was balmy
i conjured visions
of sandy beaches
and pleasant escapes
from a looming reality
i smiled profusely
within that room
filled with funny shaped
and curved mirrors
serving my reflective delusions

i am now haunted
within a consciousness
that i would rather put aside
hide from
and to sum it all up
i write an open ended poem
and i pray


© 4 June 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.


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