Stolen Thunder
Stolen Thunder”
A moment is nothing more
than a warm pleasure-
A great whisper of spring.
I had one today;
you stole it deep god of
Thunder.
Where do you come from?
Stalking beast squandering-
the ability to endure a
moment of nirvana,
(patiently waiting).
Tell you what, meet me-
half-past the hour
Thunder Thief,
outside the ring of
this perfect moment;
I
Have
Something
For
You…
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Libra Love Disorder | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Suicidal Escapade | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Stolen Thunder | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Rust | 1 | 10/29/2009 |
| Phantom Fear | 1 | 10/29/2009 |
| Black October | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| The Relinquishing | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Kenneth | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Two Medusas Cry | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| 3rd Dance With Marie | 0 | 12/26/2009 |
| Peel | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Clandestine 9:11 | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Glass Keep | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Heroine | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| Eclipse | 1 | 09/24/2009 |
| Subtle Sympathy | 0 | 06/02/2009 |
| Beyond the Sound | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Paramour (Part III Paramour Hiatas) | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| Paramour (Part II) | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Paramour (part I) | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
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