Heather Burns


Senryu Series Syllable Count 5-7-5- Ill Winds - Poem by Heather Burns

The ill winds of fate
keeps on howling straddling
attacks the sea shore

Angry screams are heard
the tide becoming nervous
crying in the night

Thoughts start to wander
ever gathering fragments
tossing them away.





















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Comments about Senryu Series Syllable Count 5-7-5- Ill Winds by Heather Burns

  • Silver Star - 3,936 Points Dave Walker (9/17/2013 1:26:00 PM)

    When the storm comes, one can only wait for the calm. A great poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (9/17/2013 11:52:00 AM)

    Such a lovely poem for a moment I stood at sea shore and felt the sound and wandered within my thought (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,259 Points Geetha Jayakumar (9/17/2013 7:34:00 AM)

    Poem with a great meaning..Yes, very truly said, our life journey itself is full of storms, tide. Only its not heard outside..Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,295 Points Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (9/17/2013 7:31:00 AM)

    The ill fated wind
    brings a storm surge of the mind
    cause change in our time

    The moon breathes inward
    By the sea the tides will rise
    Out and and how we fall

    An acorn for thought
    That we squirreled away
    Forgot where they lay (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 835 Points Harindhar Reddy (9/17/2013 2:26:00 AM)

    You called spade a spade - thoughts and troubles are countless of which every human needs to endear in the journey of life (may be ocean of life) . Well written verse by Heather. My regards to her..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 12, 2014


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