Serene Tempest

18 Jan

This photographer asked that people write him a poem on his photograph. This was my quick attempt. 

Blood tainted skies protest
The stain of our emissions.
Sunsets on the fossil tempest,
Winds driving vibrant missions.

Crimson waters in the back ground,
An undercurrent of the old.
Sunrises dawn on the drowned,
The wind turbine whispers take hold.

Rose lens behold a beach, tides;
Mechanical toys on the horizon.
Moonlight cloaks and divides
The true crying of Her siren.


Posted by on Friday 18th January, 2013 in Poetry


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2 responses to “Serene Tempest

  1. Shackled and Crowned

    Friday 18th January, 2013 at 9:11 pm

    Great job!

    • withheldindarkness

      Sunday 20th January, 2013 at 10:37 am

      Thanks … tried to have some deeper meaning to the poem than simply describing the scenery.


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