Summer Storm

A description of a Summer's eve storm.

Summer Storm

 

On this somber Summer's eve

comes a distant thunderhead

as celestial spangles cleave

to the skyline's looming dread.

 

Soon, the rising moon shall grieve

as dark shrouds begin to spread

till bright beams that we receive

are replaced by murk instead.

 

Evening storms tend to deceive

through those tears they mean to shed

testing all that we believe

as they put our stars to bed.

 

Chaos has its golden thread

for I see a quaint reprieve.

From this quagmire, lightning's bled.

Light and Darkness interweave.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I liked the rhyme scheme in this one...I'm much happier with an ABAB over an AABB for some reason. You have also created great meter and flow, giving this an almost lyrical feel. Great imagery and a surreal and sublime feel are just the icing on the cake for me.

Chaos has its golden thread
For I see a quaint reprieve.
From this quagmire, lightning's bled.
Light and Darkness interweave. -- Favorite stanza...beautiful lines and imagery in this one. Great wording and phrasing as well!

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your extensive review, Sarah! Rhyme schemes such as ABAB prevent a poem from becoming a monotone chant.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Exactly...now, a good ABCCBA is fun as well...did a few of those in college.

[quinfinn]

behind every dark cloud lies a silver lining? perhaps. storms always pass eventually. it is the natural order of things. good thing man doesn't control the weather. clever and relevant. well penned.

[Aethereal]

Thanks, quinfinn! Also, every storm brings enlightenment.

[quinfinn]

true that! you are always welcome....

[She With Eyes Like Unsh..]

Great poem! Beautifully put.

[Aethereal]

Thanks, She With Eyes... !