Storm Dancer.

One of my very first poems. again it doesn’t rhyme or follow my normal format, but I like it as it expresses my feeling of joy and exuberance at the time.


Just back from a walk,one happy dog and re invigorated man!

a gale force,stormy day

where the wind blows the cobwebs of the mind away

and tumble dries and discards outdated thoughts

leaving a freshness of being and rebirth !

all the trees are dancing and the rivers are singing wild songs

the crows are playing games of dare with the wind

like demented shadows joyful at being alive…

and I am a storm dancer – I am Life.

c/ Denis Murphy 16 September 2015.


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