Blue Inspiration

Storm Writing

 

It’s what I crave

It’s what is given

 

And what is absent

On the most beautiful

Days of their seasons

 

But when

The sky drastically darkens

A panicked pen scratches

Then a torrid tapping of keys

Blazing with a dark blue mood

 

Before neon blue, gold, and red

Sky slicing lightening ends

 

Before the abusive winds stop

Their temper tantrum, beating

The trees with their own limbs

 

Before clouds break their

Hold on one another

As violent shadowy lovers

Disappearing into the night

 

Before my heart slows

Before my breath shallows

Before it all ends as death

 

I am frantically scribbling

With ecstatic electricity

 

My eyes go dry blind

From the bright sun

 

The sky is a bland, boring, blue

With uninspired, unwritten, beauty

 

I leave that to you

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Patricia... your poetry describes the Path our Country has taken. We were free to be passionate about our Constitution and Laws... and suddenly... so much has been destroyed. In our Heart we want it all back... but where do we start when so much has been taken away. The Spirit of Nature gives us Hope. softly, Pat

[Kelly Scheppers]

Such a powerful force emerges between the delivery of each line. I don't think I could say it better than Jacob did, Pat! Such a stirring account of a storm! Many blessings my friend!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"my eyes go dry blind"
Love that line and been there,
This poem is blazing with stark imagery....

like a power hitter, you tear the cover off the ball.

j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Really enjoyed your description of s storm. Wonderfully creative