The sun and soft breezes inspire gentle
thoughts
and poetic musings for weekend
scriveners,
but
storms and mud and lashing rain
uncover our true humanity and our
lives.
Floods and thunder churn up reality,
expose the deep roots of suffering and
living,
and drag poetic wanderings back down
into the primeval muck of creation and
the life
of this world, the breeding ground
where nature
has her dark victory and humanity
begins again.
The filth, rushing water, and strife of
this life
make artistic fancies gestate once
again.
Nothing is unchanged and all things
bloom in death.
Struggle conquers daydream, dreams are
changed,
But
then the clouds pass, the sun
returns,
and newly evolved poetic dreams take
flight once again in the cycle
of creation, the cycle of the living,
the cycle of the poets.
R.R. Shea
Inspired by the climatic conditions with which you find yourself surrounded perhaps?
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