Modern Poetry Imitation ***********************************

Thunder and rain crashing around me, lightning flashing,

Angels grieving the Morning Star's fall.

Surround

of

emerald

trenches

torn

disarray

earthen

crater

come

wild

mountain

thyme

blooms

So much depends

upon

the shining north

star

surrounded by twilit

night

overhead the wandering

crowds.

A poem should be veiled and opaque

It's meaning not to eliminate,

Clear but shifting like waters

Drifting from the mountain depths

Flowing, moving turning the bend,

Never knowing what's truly ahead,

A glimpse, a glance,

The possibility to see endless chance.

Show wisdom and truth,

But all at once appearing aloof.