As gray cumulus clouds crashed against the sky
Lightening lit the windblown land
Where cornstalk leaned on cornstalk for support.
And through it all there rolled
The thunder's own report
Announcing that the rain had come.
But rains released as on this night
Amid tumultuous air
Are much too soon within the brook
Wetting not much more than dust.
Outstanding
imagery.
i felt it in a wonderful way!
thanks!
blessings,
Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Thanks so much for commenting
Thanks so much for commenting and most of all for taking the time to view my writing. I will return the same to your work. It is only through these posts that one gets an indication of how well one does or how much one must strive to grasp the art. Have a great day.
awesome poem
Mike this poem fits so well with the weather we've been having here in Kentucky and today it did little more than settle the dust.
Michael, this is beautiful....such a picture you paint with your words...I especially like the way you ended this. you could almost compare some people to this glimpse of nature...those who rant and rave like the winds and thunder, but in the end, they really had nothing useful to say.... hope that doesn't take away from the beauty of this...just made me stop and think!
Michael, this is fabulous. A canvas with words! We had thunderstorms last evening and they looked just like this poem. You have a typo on the next to last line. I've been doing that a lot lately myself. Your work is professional and deserves reading.
Thanks,
Jessica