Wandering TidesA Poem by A Modern HippyShadows dart over uneven ground, Wisps of ill wind in a world of the sick. Dark clouds fly by like great black war hounds Chasing the gears that make the world tick. The clock on the wall watches the world, The future, the present and past. Going by like flashes of light In a storm that was not made to last. Stability of consciousness, Or so says the demon of thought, Is a colour of spirit without hidden tone And the eternal can only be sought. Through the tidal and steady, the bridal unready, The waves of pure hatred and lust Drift a small kind of soul, the peaceful and droll That just walk ‘twixt the low and the dusty. © 2014 A Modern Hippy |
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Added on December 20, 2014 Last Updated on December 20, 2014 AuthorA Modern HippyPerth, AustraliaAboutMessage me any setting+animal+object+ (optional) genre and I will write a short story using those elements. Also, any post with the title 'Character Concept', 'World Concept' or 'Story Concept' i.. more..Writing
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