Ahhh, a lovely beginning to the annual season of storms here in beautiful SW Pennsylvania! Yep, the first of our summer storms hit today, breaking branches, shutting off power, etc, to who knows how many people. Lovely! Actually, storms we get are an interesting sort, and fun to watch, if you have the right vantage point. They are a lovely mix of beauty, power, and danger all rolled into one, and so, today's poem is meant to convey something at least a little similar. I hope you enjoy.
The Storm
Thunder in a low rumble
travels behind the flashing lightning,
the eye heralding hazel and green, itinerantly.
A foul temper of a crazed beginning,
its pattern indiscernable.
Devil-may-care.
It will bend and break all who stand before it,
its fury unmatched in strength and passion.
Right-wrong.
It does not matter, it does not care,
only existing for itself, by itself, feasting on itself
growing in power, strength, determination
finally unleashed in uncontrolable force,
a weapon of screams and earth-tears.
Behind, the placid sky follows,
solid yet foreboding,
reminding us of just how small we are.
Thanks for reading.
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
This poem is a good example of a trend I've noticed about your poetry: you like codas. Thankfully, you manage to pull them off rather well most of the time, combining reflective feeling and wisdom, or at least the semblance of it. Nice bit of weather/landscape personification. I'm not quite sure what kind of storm you're trying to get across - maybe that isn't the point. However, it maybe also be a case where the personification of a thing overrides the imagery of the present, so that the original is lost. I'd imagine a fix to this might either be less personification, more grounded personification or a sharpening of the imagery so the storm is not lost in a twister of words.
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