After the Storm- my thoughts in poetry form about this painting.
After the storm is a great calm.
Winds blow.
Waves rise.
Crushing weight.
But after the storm is calm.
Heavy clouds.
Dark skies.
Can’t see.
Can’t steer.
Can’t control.
Too many pieces.
Too many problems.
Too much.
Are you here?
Why are you sleeping?
After the storm is a great calm.
This is our storm.
댓글