Mere Spectator

narrative verse

 

 

Mere spectator

 

 Clouds of gunmetal grey amass

 above the distant mountains peaks.

Loudly the voice of thunder speaks.

But I fear not this too will pass.

 

I watch the lightning bolts which soar.

Long streaks of incandescent blue.

Which pierce the storm clouds through and through.

Though I have seen it all before.

 

I am held captive by the sight.

I cannot tear my eyes away

I have to watch the interplay

 of storm clouds lashed by spears of light.

 

I know the storm clouds will release

 their burden of much needed rain

and then the skies will clear again.

 I am content I feel at peace.

 

The rainfall will refresh the streams.

And they in turn increase the flow

 of rivers running deep and slow.

Towards the sea where in my dreams.

 

I see the sun evaporate

 raise water vapour to the skies.

The winds which blow will dissipate

 the clouds which slowly rise.

 

And start the cycle once again.

All part of nature’s perfect plan

 to irrigate the world of man.

 There is no loss there is no gain.

 

The rain falls on the mountain sides.

Restarts its journey to the sea

It can move slow or speedily.

 The ancient cycle still abides.

 

It was before the birth of man

 and will be when man is no more

My role that of a spectator.

I contemplate because I can

 

and realise I ‘m powerless.

of no real significance.

 I do not rate a second glance.

I am not part of the process.

 

The water cycles constantly

The way it was designed to do

There is no reason to review

 a system working perfectly.

 

05/08/2009

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Reviews

[Cool Handless Luke]

Well done - Robert Frost would be proud!

[Tate Morgan]

Your work is complicated but as i like it flows like a songs rythme.And will be remembered for the ease at which it flies from the tongue then reaches our heart.