Magpie 84
How I love it when it lashes
smearing make up, clinging clothes
Then the thunder when it bashes,
stirs the sins I then impose
And when she throws her meanest flashes,
collects the screams among the woes
I pray it never ever passes,
and the venom in her grows
Carried winds make many crashes,
cars colliding, over-flows
Suburbia's pristine it trashes
no time first to presuppose.
For daylight's darkest caches,
released in violent blows
Never, ever please the masses,
but they're my sweetest repose
The aftermath, the swirling ashes,
kicks around in sunlight's glows
Only now there's tiny splashes
and the sweetest smell of rose
****************************************************
10 comments:
nice...this has a wicked flow to it...i love the full fury of a storm and stand in wonder at it...andi love the smell once it passes...nicely penned...
"...daylight's darkest caches,
released in violent blows" - the essence of a storm. Nice one.
Nicely done.
Delicious rhythm and flow...sounds wonderful...I had to read it out loud...
OH .. I would LOVE to hear you read this aloud!!!
you've such a knack with rhyming and rhythm!
"collects the screams among the woes." Holy cow, I love it.
Brain - ah thanks - always the gent.
Martin - thank you.
Roy - and a-thanka-you-too!
Tess - Out loud? Wow!
Helen - Thank you so much. I hate the sound of my 'speaking' voice but tolerate it more if I sing.
Words - I struggled with this one, but still managed somehow to come up with yet another repetitive rhyme....lol
Thingy - you is very kind, you is very kind indeed.....!
Shers - thanks. I thought I'd a bit of animation to this weeks' entry.
Your poem captures the energy of the elements very well and the rhyme and rhythm evoke the falling rain. Lovely!
Loverly rhythm indeed - energy rushing through. Great write.
Anna :o]
Post a Comment