Exquisite bliss, unabashed reveling,
Stormy, breathtaking, exhilarating sky
Wind whips around, hair surrenders to the unruly
Thunderclouds and vibrant sunshine collide.
An alliterative poem.
Everything good is God's grace
Every hand we hold, we have
Sometimes I just don't understand
Why I'm at my own command
A cascade of sound
Aimed at ground
Spread the feet, hands on hips
Give a look of dark defiance
Stretch strong arms, mark the dirt
Expose the sword that's from of old.
Life starts now
Each breath begins something new
A fresh opportunity, like a match struck in the dark
It heaves eagerly.
Nonexistence is reality
Or nonreality, in truth
I don't feel bad but I don't feel good
And there's no reason for either anyway.
What shows confusion?
A swirling mass of colors
Of thoughts and dreams
Of whys and what ifs
A brilliant white
A shocking swath
Streaking down, crossing sight
Bearing bellies black as night.