Wrote a poem today, I think it turned out ok.
Weathering
September clouds like river-worn slate,
Undulating tracks of water and time.
Far above, larger than any eye can see-
Unknowable and familiar.
What currents stir the weather of tomorrow?
Evening light fades,
All detail lost amidst the grey.
Washed away,
Leaving no tracks but paving stones,
Memories cracked and clean.
Yesterday's wind brings rain today,
And rivers carve their slow descent.
Time flows on beyond control.
So we strain to see in the half-light,
Clinging to forecasts and false promises.
Life holds fast to living;
Faster still towards its end.
Walls and wants will fall and fade,
And even rock erodes;
Weathered smooth by hindsight.
*{~Keyy~}*
Oedipus
