The Thunderstorm

With boisterous charm

the sky erupts

spilling forth its skylight cup

of thunderous deafening roars

set to music like applause

and the silence in between

each eruption

should be counted to tell

whether or not the swell

is moving closer still

or is isolated further away

 

Solitary sways

the elm in my front yard

bent forth in the storm's gaze

a confinement upon the wind's waves

detached, disturbed, disjointed

is the sound now

as the darkness sweeps the sky's

attack away

followed by a suffocating

feeling of haze and lingering mist

that clouds my throat

an abstract feeling indeed

an odd phenomenal occurence

when the sky erupts then

swiftly rebuffs us moving on

to the next town to frown upon

and weep the willow tears of the sky

upon each passerby.

 

 

Reviews

[Justin Tobey]

Great poem, Siddartha! Clear, vivid imagery and powerful sensory details. These lines I really liked:

"spilling forth its skylight cup"

"Solitary sways
the elm in my front yard"

Beautiful job! :D

[darkgurl]

A very well written write here, "as the darkness sweeps the sky's attack away followed by a suffocating feeling of haze and lingering mist that clouds my throat" love these lines right here it's like it is taking your breath away. This is very well written.

[Poeticpiers]

a very descriptive write My lady I love a good thunderstorm with lighting effects preferably observed fro my window. Im getting too old to walk in the rain