We had a day of rain in Harbour that continued sullenly until a front moved through to provide a glorious sunset.
An oppressive wet wool rain
Settles deep on my shoulders
Leaden clouds smoke in roiling
Billows pushed sullenly by
Inconsequential swirls of air
Greased seas slide by black piles
Draped in widows weeds of
Spent sea grass and useless effluvia
Held tightly by a mangy current
Pocked by arhythmic raindrops
A subtle shift of air slowly
Asserts a bolder intensity
To become a wind commanding
Order from the vapid vapours
Drenching in a last spite of petulance
And then the sun
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Dirge And Gloria In Three Movements
An oppressive wet wool rain
Settles deep on my shoulders
Leaden clouds smoke in roiling
Billows pushed sullenly by
Inconsequential swirls of air
Greased seas slide by black piles
Draped in widows weeds of
Spent sea grass and useless effluvia
Held tightly by a mangy current
Pocked by arhythmic raindrops
A subtle shift of air slowly
Asserts a bolder intensity
To become a wind commanding
Order from the vapid vapours
Drenching in a last spite of petulance
And then the sun
Poetry by josephus
Read 543 times
Written on 2018-08-22 at 14:43
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