Thursday, October 24, 2013

ARRESTED: a poem

Clouds, like feathers
flung as darts
suspended on the spectrum
between pink and blue,
Arrested

Ocean pulsing,
roaring with
a crash, dispersing congregants;
its fury now
Arrested

Heaven as soprano sings
with alto sea
a harmony
whose song is un-
contested

And with an artful
pause
their Author speaks
to him who seeks
til strivings cease
producing now
abundant peace
in his reflective soul,
Arrested