The lake this day- is a broken grey
With no salvation from the sky
The moon- windswept- in the Galaxy kept
A misty reminder of a day gone by;
No destinations forthcoming
No journeys with a Rainbows end
Just winds of madness & their ignorant refrain
A natural disaster with no one to mend? ;
Dizzying attitudes of malice in full control
While the stems and blooms continue to sway
Tree limbs snap- -Mother Nature's slap- -
Nothing to calm a storm- when hate comes out to play;
By, Theodora Onken
April 13,2013
Thank you Hari, David and Valerie- you are too kind; Your words are always appreciated by me!
Malice is a mental disease, I think. Because, it makes a person mad.Loved the novelty of thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Diane, Yes we do need to be reminded of malice; Sometimes, in this world of poetry, we see some being preyed on...even complete reputations wrecked; Once we as poets step over into another poets private life for real, and dirty it, there is no excuse. Unfortunately, i have seen this happen toi much! Thank you for reading and commenting.