this amazing lightning storm just came up, and so we sat on the porch to watch. the sky sparked continuously an electric blue, and no thunder followed, leaving us with an awareness of silence. this is what it produced. i hope you enjoy! We sat on the grass and watched lightning Explode across the heavens. Silent, But for the singing of crickets And the mournful trill of secadas In search of a mate... Twenty years, hidden away In the cool, dark recesses of Earth's flesh, Only now to emerge, To shed their skins, mate, and then, To die. The wamr breeze of summer's beginning Became the cool wind of spring's end, And still, the lightning when on, Setting the night afire Without sound... No thunder shook up from the earth To echo within our chests, Nor to break across the skies In a primal growl of old power, Ancient magick at its most terrible. We were absobed that night By the firelight of Titans, Holding court with the gods in silence, With only the high cry of secadas To fill our hearts with sound.
thunderous poetry... like a lightening's strike, I felt the power of the storm and the emotions you pen.
I like how you conveyed your emotions using such thunderous and hard-hitting language while retaining the honesty and spontaneity.. nice work
Beautiful. Round here we call that heat lightning, though I think it's just lightning too far away to hear the thunder. Regardless, it is fun to watch, just like this poem was fun to read. (oh, but it's spelled "cicadas").
