storm

tar clouds patch

white of sky

rain funnels in

through terrestrial eye

expectant

hush

dull groan of earth

rattles dark air

preparing for birth

shake the panes

lift the lens

snap 

the wind

then

reassemble

forming like ink

spattered on page

restlessly smitten

by interminable rage

crushed by water

over their heads

tender shoots lie

in their blackened beds.

Author's Note

I am an amateur poet and not really sure if I'm any good or not, but I write a lot.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

THIS IS A GREAT EXAMPLE OF A MINDS ABILITY TO TIE TOGETHER EVENTS AND HAPPENSTANCE TO LEARN FROM WHAT IT SEES

[Julijana Velichkovska]

You are so good at it! Keep it up! Never stop writing!

[Robyn]

Like your poem!
the rhyme flows nicely

[Cristal Bridges]

This poem is amazing! Truthfully! It's so expressive and lush. Full of life! The detail in the words is so powerful! This is truly great! Keep it up!