|Voyage of the Fool
By kennethcook on 07/04/2013
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The steel grey sky rumbles and rolls
as he unties the rope, and prepares
to head out onto the dark, choppy waters.
The raindrops begin to plop, as shouts
of "fool!", "why?", "stupid!" and dire
predictions of inevitable disaster
ring through the warm, wet summer air.
His soggy head is filled with a rock-hard,
burning determination, as he shoves off
from the rain-pelted dock, and enters
the deadly, see-sawing waves with his
eyes set, his jaw tight, and his stubborn
brain locked onto the cool, calm, blue-watered
shore that awaits him at the end of this
foolish, hapless, impossible voyage.
A soft, warm bed of silk, and a girl of such
beauty that the flowers blush and the birds
refuse to sing in her angelic presence
is waiting with open arms, divine smile,
and eyes that melt his heart and incinerate
his soul like a dry autumn leaf in a barrel of fire.
The rain is slicing the stormy air in silvery sheets
as the tiny boat rocks and bobs on the grey,
windy water like a cork; the sky booming out
its menacing anger, while the black, churning clouds
hurl down golden bolts of electric death.
The voyage of the fool is well under way,
and his fate belongs to a malevolent ocean
and a screaming, rampaging sky.
Kenneth Norman Cook
By kennethcook On 7/4/2013 8:18:18 AM