Archive for August 22, 2008


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on August 22, 2008 by dc

I hate it when things
Are up in the air,
Aeroplanes too graceful
To ever make sense,

Stray balloons drifting,
Birds too beautiful to touch,
Clouds meeting new clouds
And whispering rainfall.

I hate seeing photos
Of long gone illusions,
Listening out for the rumbles
Of natures sad songs,

Looking through windows
And hunting for past times
As I translate the sounds
Of unfortunate storms.