Black Waves


Dreary clouds overhead, howl and drone,
as evergreens whistle in minacious winds;
street lamps slam and clang against metal,
as damp roads empty against dusk.

Gaia’s heavy breath weighs down upon flatlands,
shadows walk slowly in puce terraces,
songs of thunder rage to tempest terrors,
as dark skies chant of war, churning the sea inside.

Ghosts of yesterday rise with mocking voices,
lightning rips and flashes in obsidian eyes.
Feeble jeers fade beneath hurried taps of rain
as black waves arrive to carry me home.

Copyright © 2018 – Brian Nettles. All Rights Reserved

Photo Credit: Pixabay


13 Replies to “Black Waves”

  1. Thank you. I’ve spend a lot of time searching through stock photos on Pexel, Unsplash, and Pixabay, almost as much time as I spend writing. Often, I write things based on how the photo makes me feel, other times I’m trying to align the photo to my work. If you use Instagram, let’s connect. Thank you for visiting my work. – Brian

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