Dew drops scatter
moonlit window panes,
streetlight reflections
and mirrored lightning
bask around roaring thunder,
moaning storm
drawing near,
sighing winds
dress clouds in black
to hide fallen diamonds
behind withered suns.
born with no direction, I'll just keep on spinning
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Delicious imagery Kerri.
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Superb
I loved the imagery in this write. You have expressed your thoughts quite well, indeed. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Again, well done.
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Interestin. I must say i am speechless. Love the length of the poem. Quite short but it says alot. I especially like the title of the poem. Great work!


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You have the magic of metaphor in your verse a vivdly pictersque write very beautiful. Thanks for this treat to the senses...

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Beautiful descriptions, those storms can be quite soothing. Very well written piece.
♥
whisper


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The imagery here is so vivid and breathtaking. I love the way you've described everything. I can picture this whole scene in my mind.
"sighing winds
dress clouds in black
to hide fallen diamonds
behind withered suns."
^^^^^^I love that ending. It's gorgeous.


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I love the line... to hide fallen diamonds... you are always so eloquent in your wording ame
This was a wonderful read to start my night


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This is beautiful I love the last lines especially, dress clouds in black, to hide fallen diamonds, sighing winds. Excellent. Blessings.


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thanks!
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