ANTOA POETRY: Calm

ANTOA POETRY: Calm

Calm

Calm, a tamed storm.

It grows, gets bigger

And wild, and noisy,

And destructive like

Hurricane Maria.

Nothing is calm,

And calm is nothing,

But a spectrum.

Even the graveyard is noisy

For the dead can still hear

Plant pushing out of the earth

To read the tombstone:

JOHN DOE

0-Eternity

THE MAN WHO THOUGHT

HE FOUND REST

By Elijah Christopher

Elijah Christopher
Elijah Christopher is a journalist at A New Touch Of Africa, is also a creative writer, a poet, and an IT enthusiast. He contributed to the collaborative poem written in celebration of Edwin Morgan Centenary, the first Glasgow poet laureate and Scottish national poet from the University of Glasgow. He loves meeting people and learning about new places, cultures, events, and lifestyles.
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