Full belled clouds
Hover coldly
Oracles of rain
Heavy ominous warning
Turbulent times
Loom Closer
I wrap up my mind
Enclose hope
Wait for the flood
Wild drums rage
Guitars scream pain
Rip my guts
Sharp drops
Pelt brain waves
Relentlessly
Like acid
Dissolving ideas
Crushing resolve
Yet pain by nature
Is temporary torture
Fleeting
For
Clouds shape themselves and go
Author notes
I borrowed the title from Devin Townsend while listening to his incredible song 'Seventh Wave'.
A contest entry
- Silver Lining by Glasyalabolas.
700 points, ended March 24, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow! This is amazing! Congratulations on winning Silver.


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I love the imagery and metaphor of clouds and rain in this piece and mixing it with references to music and sound, works really well.
The short, three-line structure also gives the piece an airyness and time for it to sink in and allow the reader to think.
Good write and congrats on silver.

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Oh oh oh! Short lines, crazy-good vocab and brilliant descriptions. You're awesome, quite plainly! Most amazing parts:
"Turbulent times
Loom Closer"
"I wrap up my mind
Enclose hope
Wait for the flood
Wild drums rage
Guitars scream pain
Rip my guts"
and definitely the ending line. You couldn't have set it out any more perfect, separating the end two lines definitely finishes it off perfect.
Best of luck in the contest, of course you'll do great but if you don't, well you still have
lol. Aren't I good with words today?





