Open Poetry #13 |
The Storm = an old poem - reposted from elsewhere |
Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Posting this because one good storm deserves another The sky had gradually darkened A few drops fell like sprinkled holy water Eight O'clock, should still be light The clouds so black, it's dark as night In the western sky, some light still glows Then laser cut by bright white forks Now the rain falls hard and fast Tiny droplets turn to pitcher spills Arid gullies quickly filled Streetlights glow reflecting downpour Gutters flow with the day's detritus Rumbles grow louder signaling more The wind whips up, our bumbershoot fails us Finding shelter in a deep doorway The thunder now becomes sharp cracks Where no light shower could make us stay Lightning closer, some trees it whacks We watch as sheets of water fall Cars cruise by slow, making wakes Ionized air has a clean smell Thunderbolts have what it takes Holding you close as they brightly smack Calm your shivers with soft kisses Thinking what a wonderful Thunderstorm this is The first duty of love is to listen. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It takes an awesome poet to put in bumbershoot for umbrella! I enjoyed the storm! |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Bill--I love a good storm like this one! |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
I couldn't let a good storm poem go unanswered - Thank You |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
I feel the shivers with each rumble |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
I really do love thunderstorms- - It's nice to know others appreciate them too |
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