Storm Clouds Coming

My thoughts go out to all who have been through or are going through weather situations.

Rise in brightness
over sand and stone,
crashes roll; unto
wooden homes.

Rain is pounding
nail to coffin,
blowing ashes; a
windmill dropping.

Quiet birds
green grey skies,
people running; falling
blue & red eyes.

Twisted turns,
a world is floating,
racing waves; burn
to rust and sowing.

The clock tower chimes
through empty streets,
voices fall; from trees
to sheets.

Ghosts to render
the voice of Zues,
iron and fire; quench a
climate of truth.

By Todd R. Joslyn, 2015

Author's Note

Short little poem, please share your thoughts

Reviews

[-Scribe in Style-]

It is good use of words and contrast in every single stanza! The ideas link so well together and while reading they lift off the page.
Its an awesome composition. Loved it.
A

[AaronFreitas]

I enjoyed the write my friend... "rain is pounding nail to coffin." I love that line and although in Cali we still haven't seen much rain I look at the news and see South Carolina had more rain than they have in 1000 years. Your words fit perfect with all the rain storms out there... nice work.

[wordman]

sounds like a perfect description of our recent storm todd,you painted it well !