O.k. so this is a very free verse type of poem... no iambs, at least not intentionally... just want to know what you think..?
The Coming...
An excitement masked by clouds,
sweet but not yet here,
anticipated with the air of uncertainty,
foreseen but not fulfilled,
like the message of good news
which only the messenger keeps
closed in his heart,
yet running, rushing towards bursting
of the inner hidden bloom.
The light one of a constant dawn
or dusk
for that matter.
A time of twilight;
the perfect mood.
Not dead but not yet born either.
The peak of potential.
Fulfillment or doom.
2007-01-12
09:21:12
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Karo
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