Solitary storm The tumultuous wind crashes Into the water, Blowing salty sea-spray into my face. I put out my hand, palm open, Reaching, Reaching, Reaching, Grasping the wet air and my dreams, Haunting dreams of yesterday, Limpid dreams of tomorrow. My hand is empty, Not a drop of the mist have I caught. My hair whips into my eyes as I turn away From the crashing waves, the wet sand, The mist of the future. I shudder inside as I embrace the isolation, Caught in a solitary storm, The ferocious raging of my soul. Dena L Moore November, 2000 Solitary Storm appears in my collection, Fluidity of Creation, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors |
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Solitary storm The tumultuous wind crashes Into the water, Blowing salty sea-spray into my face. I put out my hand, palm open, Reaching, Reaching, Reaching, Grasping the wet air and my dreams, Haunting dreams of yesterday, Limpid dreams of tomorrow. My hand is empty, Not a drop of the mist have I caught. My hair whips into my eyes as I turn away From the crashing waves, the wet sand, The mist of the future. I shudder inside as I embrace the isolation, Caught in a solitary storm, The ferocious raging of my soul. Dena L Moore November, 2000 Solitary Storm appears in my collection, Fluidity of Creation, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 6, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
