Robert James Smith

Veteran Poet - 1,489 Points (New York)

Disorder - Poem by Robert James Smith

howl of wind
a taste of chance
and salt and sea and
circumstance

grids of life
in heartbeat time
tears in our precious
paradigm

disorder
will dance and sing
when comfort is not
comforting

is it wrong
to shun the warm
and seek the beauty
of the storm?

Topic(s) of this poem: storm, wind, chaos, nature, stress


Comments about Disorder by Robert James Smith

  • Connor Whyte (1/27/2016 1:05:00 AM)


    This is great man I like the part where you said is it wrong to shun the warm, that single part meant a lot to me I have been shunned a whole bunch in my life but it has never changed me from caring for those who feel alone. Good stuff keep it up. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 16, 2015



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