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Storm Coming
The prophet stands on his empty cliff. Peering at the restless sea below. His eyes transfixed by the cresting waves on the shoreline. The beauty of their furious motion calls him like sirens. In them, he sees the messages others miss, watching them like a child reading a book. He is enamored by their patterns and names each one. In return for his love, they tell him the future. “You will prosper.” “You have nothing to fear.” Their revelations come to him as flashes of light, while the ignorant world rumbles softly in the distance.
As fate stalks the horizon
The waves tell him naught
Submitted for the steemitschool poetry challenge. Join us: https://discord.gg/hyfYQ9P
Haibun(s) are one of my favorite types of poetry. For those of you that don’t know, it is a combination of prose with haiku. I’m normally not much of a prose poetry writer, but I like the short nature of the prose in haibun and I enjoy the opportunity to flex the poetry in the haibun. This particular poem was born from the idea that people can get so wrapped up in something that they forget the world around them. Thanks for reading. Let me know your thoughts.
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