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forne_marin Member
since 2004-04-13
Posts 140Spartanburg, South Carolina 
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I cried out to my lover-- And she answered me with thunder. Her lightening rips the sky in half As it tears asunder the darkness. The lightening cries out Like a creature in distress. People have lightening. You see it in their eyes right before you CRUSH them. Their eyes flash just before they turn into an Animal. After that comes the thunder. When they fall, it's a rolling thunder, But sometimes, If you are close enough to the flash, It Claps. The thunder claps when they prefer Instead of falling, The beast in them lashes out. Counterattack. The rain pain falls from the sky. It falls in sheets-- Ripping the ground open. Torrential, Stinging rain. You only think it's water. The Earth is crying out as the storm Lashes out with its fierce fingers-- Burning the ground with its lightening flash. Ask Merlin about the Dragon. He understood. To see the whole beast would consume you in Flames. Yet the storm sill cries out. She cries out to her brother, Night. Answer, Night, Answer. She is calling your name. I answer. Do you? I dare you to answer her. She is like the Dragon. She answers with fire. Have you been burned? Have you ever reached out and made love to a Lightening Bolt? THE FIRE!! She is like an unfaithful lover Who ravages your body and leaves you Begging for more... Only to move on... To rain on someone else. Reach up. Raise your hands to the sky and cry out to her. Cry out and beg for her touch. She will burn you, And you will beg for more. I know. I have ridden the storm. ------------------------------------ As a side note, this poem was written outside of a coffeehouse in Tallahassee, Fl called "The Epitome", in which it was first read. It was about 7:15pm and the sun had almost set. The sky was clear above, but in the distance you could see the frontal system on the way. A line of black clouds was approaching from the East. The heat of the street contrasted with the cold wind from the storm system and the smell of ozone in the air raised some primal emotion in me that I have very rarely been able to tap. Those who have ridden the storm will understand. I believe the most important component of a poem is rhythm. Rhythm is the heartbeat of a poem. It is what makes poetry poetry. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Yes, Sir... the storm understands.... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Jonathan~ Hello there 'almost' neighbor~ I live just 19 miles West of Daytona Beach~ Nice to welcome you to the PiP circle of poets and friends~ I greatly enjoyed this read ... quite intriguing~ AND ... having a son who graduated from FSU ... I certainly know where The Epitome is and have been there~ 'Those who have ridden the storm will understand.' Yes ... count me among the understanding ones~ Again .... WELCOME~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
An excellent write, thanks for sharing... look forward to reading more from you! (Did you mean Lightening = Lightning?) |
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Opeth Senior Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 1543The Ravines |
This... was powerful. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
I like the way you depocted the heartbeat of the storm. Excellent write. Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I could go on into ramble but I won't... I'll just say this is a cool write |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Lust, 'tis true, is a sotrmy and powerful emotion. Good write. |
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