Bring down and crack the whip The skies meet with thunder claps The tide of rage is coming in The hurricane’s power flows closer Swallowing the sand Without taking a breath I wait at the edge for my fate Watching the reflection of the storm Where the rain meets the water All above, the sky is on fire The tendrils of electric snakes Pounding out rhythms of impending destruction The beaches are empty The hotels closed and eerie Man made spires jutting through the night The miniature windows backlit with false fluorescence Taunting the storm with unspoken Come and get me!’s I say to myself If you’re half the storm you think you are Do what you can to wash me away I wager my life On who will make it through the night Which of us will see the sun shine tomorrow? Wrote this the other night at Myrtle Beach while watching the Hurricane blow through. Good times!
Really nice! Liked the third stanza the most, and you do a nice job with your imagery, you can feel the power of the storm in this one! Thanks for posting it!
if you drink enough whiskey as you watch the storm you find that you can exactly mirror its peaceful turbulence. much love
