Saturday, December 8, 2012

~Quiet Storm~

Into the life of a quiet storm;
A never-ending wistfull mourn-
Darkened crevices black and crude.
Lost in an endless solitude.
A cry from valleys low and somber;
Heart wrenched tears in every chamber-
So silent weeps the broken dawn
And time is destined to carry on.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr


  1. This is really.. really good. Thank you. I can put myself in this poem.

  2. This is really..really good. I can feel myself in the scenery and mood of it. Thank you. Brilliant.

    1. Just now saw your comment dear friend. Thank you too for your nice words. Haven't written in a while, however, you know since I've found out my ancient twin was also a writer of poetry I might be writing better these days. I told my daughters I want to take on some sonnets. :-)