There was grayness,
Tints and shades of drear,
Boiling through the sky.
Cotton-fluffed tormented dew;
Our clouds were getting angry.
Or were they sad?
For tears welled
In their twirling eye.
A flash of blue;
Cosmic photographer
Capturing a fragment of time…
Only to lose the inverted
Silhouette of light.
A flicker across
Our Mother's garden…
Pausing all our creatures.
Then silence died;
Killed by the growling sky.
Rumble of electrically besieged
Collapsing molecules of air
Filling the thermal voids.
I crouched with bristled fur,
Attention earned,
Humbled by creation.
The clouds then shed their tears;
Torrential weeping…
Water falling all around,
Wetting our Mother's garden.
Then a cold breeze sighed
Through silken umber pelt,
As the scent of rain
Beheld my devoted breath.
Author notes
Written March 06, 2005.
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pretty
poem this one..some nsights into the natural pheomena were indeed well spoken for and i reall did like hem al quitea bit....thanks for sharing keep inking -
This is a very nice poem!
yes, I loved the imagery here!
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A powerfully descriptive write, Ebon. You're off to a flyer with this one, old wolf.
Cheers,
Bill
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LOVED IT
intense emotion and imagery wraped into one.
loved the wording you used. favorite line of it all was
"The clouds then shed their tears;
Torrential weeping…
Water falling all around,
Wetting our Mother's garden."
beautiful!
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