Saturday, February 7, 2015

A Drenching



Weather is changing
Another burst of thunder
Like a wounded beast

The fleecy grey clouds
Now fill the afternoon sky
Turning black with anger

Like a mime artist
Barometer glass has dropped
A clown’s long sad face

Thor in his heaven
Emits his sound of loathing
Instills fear in our hearts

Without protection
Rain tumbles down around us
Now sealing our fate

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12 comments:

  1. Depending on where you are, this can be a good thing. The droughts in your country have been pretty bad in recent years.

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  2. Fantastic ... rarely have I read a more lovely poem about the weather! :-)

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  3. This seems unusually downcast for you Old Egg! Storms of the soul are bad things...no umbrella helps...although they can be invigorating

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  4. That Thor has a lot of answer for, Robin!! Lovely poem...


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  5. Fabulous wordling: the brooding storm is so well described.

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  6. Fabulous wordling: the brooding storm is so well described.

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  7. Yes, Robin, you describe a thunderstorm's arrival perfectly here. Well wordled.

    Pamela

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  8. Storms like this, whether inside or out, are often difficult and dangerous. Like what you did with these words,

    Elizabeth

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  9. oh i rather enjoy the music thor makes in his ranting though..ha...hopefully this is not a metaphor as personal storms can be most dangerous....

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  10. Thor in his heaven...great imagery!

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  11. Great poem- like the Thor in it. I'm miss the sound of thunder as the snowflakes fall from my grey skies.

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