songs at the end of the world.

Writhing with the rising tides,
waves crashing,
tearing land out to churning sea.

Swaying to the raging gales,
auburn curls,
whipping, thrashing gracefully.

Tip-toeing through the rubble,
buildings crumble,
branches break, twist and wring.

Weaving with the quaking earth,
engulfed in flames,
while dancing, always dancing.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music. ― John Keats


16 thoughts on “songs at the end of the world.

    1. I was once told that poetry is meant to make one feel more than think but you’ve made this sound like such a compliment. 😛 Who is to say what poetry is meant to do, anyway, right? Thank you, Scott.

  1. You amaze me how you can extract so much from a quote and turn it into wonderful poetry. It’s like spinning gold from straw.( and I don’t mean to diminish the authors from whom you pick by comparing the quote to straw!)

    1. I think you may have just called me Rumpelstiltskin. 😛 Thank you muchly, this compliment actually really means a lot to me. Much of my contemplating is inspired by a quote or song lyric, and most of the time I feel like maybe I’m just ripping off more talented folks.

say something to me.

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