Weather
Dripshot and wringing,
we dive under the eyebrow of
the glowering archway
to escape the rain.
Thunder slip-smack-slides
across the horizon,
threatening to dislodge the clouds.
The light starts in the cortex
and sears out through the eyes:
the lightning is formed
like a jagged rent in the
billowing curtain of sky.
The storm pummels the ground
into submission,
each drop a vicious shot:
aimed with more intention
than simple gravity.
But the clouds break
and the wind dies, sobbing rain
like gentle tears after anger.
Added @ 02:39 PM to Poetry category on April 09, 1999
Dripshot and wringing,
we dive under the eyebrow of
the glowering archway
to escape the rain.
Thunder slip-smack-slides
across the horizon,
threatening to dislodge the clouds.
The light starts in the cortex
and sears out through the eyes:
the lightning is formed
like a jagged rent in the
billowing curtain of sky.
The storm pummels the ground
into submission,
each drop a vicious shot:
aimed with more intention
than simple gravity.
But the clouds break
and the wind dies, sobbing rain
like gentle tears after anger.
Added @ 02:39 PM to Poetry category on April 09, 1999