My name is Joni, and I am a writer. A wannabe published writer, but a writer nonetheless. I drip my soul into poetry like a funnel of rain in a downspout. I touch souls with my words and it is a kind of mission of mine to find a nice place nestled in your mind, where I have you thinking, changing, and longing for an enriched soul.
Allow my first post be one of my beloved poems, and the title of my poetry book, if ever it gets published. Without further adieu, here is:
Soul Storm
9/13/09
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Beyond the tempest storm I see
a rainbow waiting there for me
clouds they merge then pass me by
my eye always on the erupting sky.
The storm boils over without warning
lasting through the mumbled morning
I wait with hope for the sun to win
against this beast the angry kin.
He gnaws and gnashes, biting trees
he shreds the land then heads for seas
Finding joy in causing pain
Unleashing torrential slashing rain
I think destruction is friend
he takes away the ability to mend.
But does he know you have more power
within your grasp through every hour?
The more he taunts and tries to break
the more you seek the rainbows wake.
You know its there; it’s in your view,
Holding hope and all that’s true.
The rays burst out of the hidden shell
Erasing the storms evil spell.
the arc of promise rears its head
the rainbow shows your faith’s been fed.
9/13/09
All rights reserved:
copyright © joni zipp
Beyond the tempest storm I see
a rainbow waiting there for me
clouds they merge then pass me by
my eye always on the erupting sky.
The storm boils over without warning
lasting through the mumbled morning
I wait with hope for the sun to win
against this beast the angry kin.
He gnaws and gnashes, biting trees
he shreds the land then heads for seas
Finding joy in causing pain
Unleashing torrential slashing rain
I think destruction is friend
he takes away the ability to mend.
But does he know you have more power
within your grasp through every hour?
The more he taunts and tries to break
the more you seek the rainbows wake.
You know its there; it’s in your view,
Holding hope and all that’s true.
The rays burst out of the hidden shell
Erasing the storms evil spell.
the arc of promise rears its head
the rainbow shows your faith’s been fed.
Congratulations on the new blog, I can't wait to see where it leads!
ReplyDeleteIt will go wherever God leads.
ReplyDeleteThanks honey. I love you!
Nice joni! This suits you. **hugs** I'll be poking my head to feed on the inspiration that flows through your soul.
ReplyDeleteNice site joni. It suits you! **hugs** I'll be dropping by to bask in the inspiration that flows so willingly from your soul.
ReplyDeleteThanks Deb! You're my first outside comment. This is the story of my life that I kinda started in PriNo a few years back. Got to get it all out! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting!