STORM RIDER -revised

STORM RIDER

[A metaphor]

He rides the stormsOf The North AtlanticFuriouslyCutting throughWater mountainsRising from deepUnder Terror in the seaNo sapphire and diamond skiesNo beams of moonlightNor shooting star burning nightLead his way He longs see another day. This lonely Rider of the Storm
Cutting throughWater mountainsFuriouslyRising from terrorsDeep inside.
Of him

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— Geremia, Dec 14, 2009

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Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

Throw him a staff.

Deep dark devilish ride of desperate daring through those blue-black, green waves; those that furiously pound the rock walls of the Norwegian risen up mountains, coursing along the fissures, the fjords, deep into the heart of the country, carving out such moats of mystery...above the cool calm sky its light penetrating the waters giving a dim hope to the rider of the waves, that light bears its painless beauty for the rider's solace. Annuccia

Geremia

16 years 5 months ago

J.B.

J.B. Longo-Geremia Beautifully said, Annccia.

Breakinglogic

16 years 5 months ago

Hey there longo, glad you

Hey there longo, glad you submitted your poem to the stream. Your changes do add a bit more deph. Still love your the water mountains.