Loving The Storm
There's a twitch
on earth's skin,
skybugs quick-crawling
over black eyes of clouds
cracked bloodshot with lightning.
Once this weather
lived wild
in your kiss, rain
a grace, long-missed,
a grace, long-missed,
life-pouring.
Now, monotonously weeping,
hypocritically holding
the circular scythe in
its hard hand of darkness,
it's a roaring destroyer
re-gifting
re-gifting
the bright silver torc
of pain.
of pain.
~August 2013
55 monotonous silver drops for the g-man
Well, keep the re-gifting. I'll keep the wild kisses :)
ReplyDeleteIn all seriousness, THE most spectacular Lightening
ReplyDeleteshows ever witnessed by me has been in Oklahoma.
If I lived there I definitely would somehow find a way
to ground myself. But then they inspire you to write Mini-Odes
of beauty and imagery unsurpassed in Weather Poetry!!!
Loved your Thundering 55
You are such a Joy.
Thank You Beaucoup
Have a Kick Ass Week End
torc of pain...well that does not sound fun at all...do like the storm raging in the eyes...now that is passion...sadly it sounds like no rain is coming from that cloud any more....
ReplyDeleteI love thunder storms, and I love these verses! Your opening and closing lines are superb - quick and potent, and the middle stanza is wildly lovely. And the title is perfect!
ReplyDeleteEarth's skin (what a gorgeous image, hedgewitch), has been shuddering and shaking here for the last three weeks. :)
ReplyDeletesuch longing in the second stanza
ReplyDeleteWhat a storm, first opening verse is spectacular like lightning clouds ~
ReplyDeleteBut this line jumped out for me: Now, monotonously weeping
Have a lovely weekend ~
Definitely NOT monotonous.
ReplyDeleteI love rain and thunder storms.
The only thing cooler than your description of a storm in the first two stanzas is the way you turn the perspective in the last two.
ReplyDeletePS--love the black eyed susans! >>>
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