Thursday, April 7, 2011

Thunderstorm


Cobalt fingers probe
naked ground
when explodes
the darkest cloud.

Edge of lightning
searing air
with raucous roil of
heaven’s laughter.

We watch in fear
‘til setting sun
sheds royal tears
with golden love.

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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousMay 23, 2013 at 12:36 AM

    Gorgeous I love the flow of the piece and the imagery is sublime

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-WadeMay 23, 2013 at 1:16 AM

    Very visual!

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  3. parentforward.blogspot.comMay 23, 2013 at 6:35 AM

    I really like "cobalt fingers" in the first verse. The poem takes me to an instant in time with color and sound.

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  4. UnknownMay 23, 2013 at 7:15 AM

    Heaven's laughter but scary at times for those of us listening!

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  5. UnknownMay 23, 2013 at 4:31 PM

    Nature at her finest, observed with great honesty.

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyMay 23, 2013 at 7:15 PM

    You set us inside a sunset. I love the "cobalt fingers" and the "golden love".

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