Steamed Storm Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Steamed-storm







Right right right, he heard within...
gardens of worry rode in,
there, behold his panting
on sanctified pressure
of bruises and pains,
Lords of shadow rained
so high that souls panicked,
raged a-high to bleed the wind,
already choices ran off some mind
Heat was much that ocean boiled
from Damascus to Egypt to Niger,
momentous fear hugged peace
and a great calm hollowed,
as peace settled again.




©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
09/12/2017
01: 30 AM