Posts Tagged ‘storm’

Thunder sings in

its tremulous language. Rain pours

down like oh-so-many tears.

If only

it would crystallize

like I wish my thoughts would.

 

Observation is

more of a ceaseless,

thankless occupation

whose rewards are never seen

by the observer- the one who records.

 

Blue-gray clouds never scrutinize.

Not the way

the observer does.

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Bird calls

Morning drum of sun

Bell of the telephone

Sirens for an emergency

Bubbles of thunder that burst

Camera flash of lightning

Flood of wind

The tree that grew at an angle

became one with the house

An assemblage of clouds observes.

Listen. There’s applause

just for you!

A blessing from silver skies

says, “you’re appreciated.”

Let the many small hands

strike the walls and window-glass.

It’s all for you!

The clouds praise with rain,

their way of saying,

“you’re wonderful.”

In this whiteness there is desolation.

Ferocity abounds while ice plummets

to where a birdwatcher would make his or her observation.

But now the snow plunges into summits,

hiding landscape from humans at their windows.

All one can see are tiny white comets,

and in this instant, that is all one can know.

And the Wind Howls out in anger,

such Feelings I repressed,

but the Universe- it Knows me-

and Wants to be noticed.

“I believe the universe wants to be noticed.” -from The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green

Quiet whip-like sounds

drift across the plain landscape

decorated with spare grasses

which would gleam, if the sun were shining,

but now a shadowless amber thundercloud

has descended upon

what small barns and houses

litter the yellow scope of flatland.

The sound that approaches

is arid, vast, and unforgiving.

It will rip the small buildings from their worth,

it will uproot anything that is not tied

with the root of providence.

This desert cloud will surge to remove

what fruits of labor men and women have grown

to provide, and to grow wealth.

This storm separates bills

from hearts, but

nonetheless,

blesses with suffering.

Bright Light

Posted: November 6, 2013 in Poetry
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Golden light

fall from the night

sky, and ignite

Rumbles of thunder

Angels held under

the clouds, which snore in slumber

Breaking free

Bolt towards me

Light up the room searingly

Whisper within

the electric waves

Are You here to kill, or save?