The Flood

A Single yet subtle innocent stream
Being nurtured day by day with downpours.
This will begin to expand at the seams;
This child like water right at its core.

Now beginning to look like lovely threats,
This stream expands in pure community
Tearing down walls and breaking off regret,
Ruining cities into pure beauty.

A flood, built only by hands of grace,
Overflows with a cleansing desire.
A desire to flood through and to chase
After those with a passion and fire.

Nations now ruined by a harsh, pure flood.
A flood that stole hearts away from the earth.
This world now covered with the gift of blood
Because a stream was destined to at birth.

Window Man

The man in the window can see
The lines shared between you and me.
He sits and continues to wait,
Determining our proposed fate.

We look and glimpse a silhouette,
Retrace and conclude no one met.
Hindered safety, a lowered trait
Determining our proposed fate.

There every morning and all night,
On and off, a peculiar sight;
Providing a still, heavy state,
Determining our proposed fate.

The lives we live, so envious,
Shows a cover of greediness.
The man, who stares with eyes that hate,
Determining our proposed fate.

[Poem is a Kyrielle...Rhyme scheme is aabB, ccbB, ddbB, eebB.]