Thursday, August 8, 2013

Loving The Storm

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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,

Now,  monotonously weeping,
hypocritically holding
the circular scythe in
its hard hand of darkness,
it's a  roaring destroyer

the bright silver torc
of pain.

~August 2013

55 monotonous silver drops for     the g-man


  1. Well, keep the re-gifting. I'll keep the wild kisses :)

  2. In all seriousness, THE most spectacular Lightening
    shows 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

  3. torc of pain...well that does not sound fun at like the storm raging in the that is passion...sadly it sounds like no rain is coming from that cloud any more....

  4. I 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!

  5. Earth's skin (what a gorgeous image, hedgewitch), has been shuddering and shaking here for the last three weeks. :)

  6. such longing in the second stanza

  7. What a storm, first opening verse is spectacular like lightning clouds ~

    But this line jumped out for me: Now, monotonously weeping

    Have a lovely weekend ~

  8. Definitely NOT monotonous.

    I love rain and thunder storms.

  9. 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.

  10. PS--love the black eyed susans! >>>


"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats