I never wrote about the thunder
Last week when the aquifers filled
And the high stalks of hollyhocks
Grew ever tall, the sunflowers towered
Awoke today to grey clouds
The song this evening was the rain
We felt honored with all the life
Cry hard enough to create clouds
Seeing eyes in the mirror
Hand above my head, mundane task
Involuntary instruction to flash back
Over a year ago when the thunder
Created under a different god
Rumbled the mountain and lifted
Roots, women from the beds
They slept in and shattered windows.
August 1, 2012 at 10:42 pm
very powerful poem, Brandy. Much enjoyed the read. Ciao, Francina
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August 1, 2012 at 10:47 pm
Reblogged this on Seasons Poetry and commented:
I’m reading Brandy’s blog for a while now and I like her poems. This one is one of them. Enjoy, Francina
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August 6, 2012 at 7:58 pm
Francina, thank you so much reblogging my poem. The weather can provoke with such intensity. I really appreciate your readership. Best, brandy
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August 2, 2012 at 4:08 pm
I found it from Francina’s blog… and I concur! It’s very good.
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August 6, 2012 at 8:00 pm
Merrill, thank you very much for reading and commenting on my poem. ~ brandy
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August 3, 2012 at 12:22 am
Especially the last lines are so crystal clear that I can hear frightning sound of things breaking under nature
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August 6, 2012 at 8:03 pm
Thank you so much for your very kind words about my poem. I appreciate your comment much indeed. ~ brandy
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August 6, 2012 at 9:22 pm
My pleasure, brandy! Come visit my blog sometimes.
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