In response to the Poet’s Billow challenge for day 1, here is my take on the thunderstorm theme.
Heaven growled
in displeasure, spluttering
and spitting her tears
of anger on all of us,
soaking the land with her wrath.
Flashes clicked far
and wide at this historic event,
Her rumbling anger
inconsolable, like death.
How could we redeem ourselves?
Unabated sparks
whipped our writhing bodies.
Then she subsided in pain,
breaking her holy waters
like a mother, giving birth.
great poem
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Thank you so much Mukul. Best. Chevvy
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welcome
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Splendidly done!
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Thank you – I always take your compliments very seriously being the gifted writer you are. How are you doing?
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Awesome poem, and awesome picture to accompany it!
Perfection.
🙂
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Thank you very much:-)
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