Friday, February 17, 2023

The Storm by John Drudge

By the grave
I saw the storm
Unbroken
And saw the steep ill luck
Of my generation
Destroyed
Left wakeless
And recondite
By a muddled relevance
Pulsing
Like a dying universe
As I mourned 
On the edge
Of a wind bound sea




John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology.  He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.

 

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