there he was, lying, sleeping I saw his face I saw his dreaming I stood with worlds all born asunder there he was, his mind was thunder and many things my eyes did wonder I followed him into the trance I saw his face I had the chance I saw his dreaming my way to ponder and many things my eyes did wonder dancing worlds adrift asunder like mountainsides split by thunder shaking, quaking I had the chance my mind was breaking a violent dance dancing worlds adrift asunder and many things my eyes did wonder my father's soul became the thunder I saw his face, with cold embrace there he was, his form encased there he was, lying, sleeping my eyes wondered, my mind acreeping and all the while my mind was breaking there he was never waking
“Thunder”
29 Tuesday Jan 2013
Posted in POETRY
reading this made me think of a modern day Whitman. SageDoyle whoever you are you never fail to impress me.
Wow, that’s a very humbling compliment, I can’t express how that hits me, in a good way of course ;) Thank you so much!
You’re such an awesome poet.
Thank you so much :)
This is so beautiful in so many ways. Thank you for this.
Thank you for saying that, glad you liked it :)