reciting thunder
beckons I follow
through valley and
tundra, a slow
persistent march
against your fingers I'm
sitting under your swells;
like heavy rain before
the strike there's
haste in this storm as
you cross the sky like
silver webs and
reciting thunder.
Author notes
Woke up in a thunderstorm the other night.
I always find it funny the bits and pieces of my dreams I remember.
Those inspired this.
I think tara will see something in her minds eye most similar to what is in mine. just a guess though.
Comments
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nice lightning imagery - such a wonderful metaphor there Jake.
but how can i possibly know what's going through your mind?
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lol its really two metaphors I think. was hoping you'd see it but you're right, how would you know?
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