Eye Of The Storm

The doom-noise tumbles in. no colors flee the eye of it.
Miles on windy miles succumb, sunlight cant get in.
Nothing tells the day from night beneath this grey-black roof,
This charged procession of cloudy walls,

by Laurence E. Bourke Click to read full poem

Comments (6)

An excellent write, full of insight and showing your zeal. Greetings for having this gift
a poem that is just so well-written and that captures for the reader the power of its subject
eye of the storm just made a masterpiece.. great work
I like the colorful comparisons, you really put those images in my mind. Continue writing, you'll go far.
Wow Laurence, - - I am 'storm-bound' too with this well-crafted piece and all I can encourage you to do is to keep writing.... this is only a minute part of what your talented poetic mind will produce.... a sure 10 for this - - from Fay..
You show a great deal of understanding and maturity in your writing Laurence...thank you for sharing this wonderful poem with us...10+++