Just Another Storm Poem by Barry Middleton

Just Another Storm



Having chosen a plebeian life,
I missed the muttering alleyways.
I heard it all from insane poets
tucked away in the cannibal asylum,
stumbling upon a god like a drunken priest.
And further back in time,
among the dinosaurs of forgotten swamps,
I found our jelly like ancestor
nesting on a rotted hollow log.
I warmed my hands on campfires,
and I was not afraid.
I learned of desire in auburn curls
on summer nights beneath the universe,
reflected below in a million fireflies
disappearing in the burgundy velvet
of a first kiss.
Common men have their dreams,
have their hearts broken by love and war,
know the agony of abandonment,
know the pain and fear of growing old,
the world dissolving itself into a room.
At a certain age,
I suppose it varies,
men feel they have seen it all,
all but the final rattle of the serpent,
the river of blood freezing like a snapshot.
Then breath will be stillness,
the hush that follows a season of storms.

Just Another Storm
Monday, July 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dimitrios Galanis 18 July 2017

The life's journey nicely depicted, to persuade you that storms are better than hash!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 04 July 2017

It is a beautiful poem on life and death with wonderful imagery. Nice penmanship. It may be quoted here... I learned of desire in auburn curls on summer nights beneath the universe, reflected below in a million fireflies disappearing in the burgundy velvet of a first kiss. Thanks for sharing.

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Barry Middleton 04 July 2017

Thank you, very glad you liked it. And yes, I like the section you quoted too.

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Upendra Upm 03 July 2017

sheer beauty sir.in one breath I consumed this.

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Barry Middleton 03 July 2017

Thanks, glad you like it. It's a composite of bits and pieces of my life.

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