I hear the wind
But how do I know it is the wind I hear?
I see the water of the pond as still as a mirror
I hear the crackle of the fire's voice that I heard
I feel the earth not cracking, not crumbling, but move. Paciente, I must say
It has need to be wind
But there's something different about wind
It has changed
It has shifted
It is faster
I look around
The fire's voice I hear is not whispering nor talking, it is yelling & screaming
I hear the rage it calls
I feel the earth is listening
Almost answering the rage
Fire cry louder, Earth is getting angry
Earth roars in warning, Fire is too loud
Earth roars louder, hurting itself
Water quivers in fear of fire & water
Fire is louder, Earth is louder
Water dies to live Earth
But Earth keep's getting louder
Fire is growing weak
But spirit war continues
Fire is weak, Earth is strong
Fire does not yell, Fire soes not whishper
Fire is dead, Earth is alive, but barrly
Earth is screaming for help from Wind
Wind does not respond
Earth pleads
Wind does not respond
Earth cries for help
Wind doesn't respond
Earth does not cry
Earth can't speak
Earth is not dead
Earth loss it's voice
Earth cannot speak ever again
Earth is like universe
Cold, silent, and cunning
and shows it's stars
Earth is now dead
Fire is dead
Water is dead
Wind alive
Wind blow, quietly

Tweet

Comments on this poem/writing:

Click here to read other Poems by Myst

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com  so the proper person may be notified.