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May 14, 2016

HEAVY AIR

Still, hardly a single breath of air
Till distant thunder grumbles
Omen of what the clouds will bear
Racing as they build and tumble.
Moisture falling everywhere.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Dis you see it for an acrostic first time through?

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Comments

Rula

Rula

8 years 11 months ago

A clever acrostic indeed.
Take care.

S

Plain acrostics aren't my favorite type poetry so when I Do write one I add a bit of challenge by making it rhyme. Thanks for the read and comment......stan

Keith Logan

of a dry spell coming to a sudden end in a hearty cloudburst is one that can be appreciated by many living in varying and different areas of the world but not Scotland where rain is never far away.

judyanne

And short and sweet - another just like me :-)

Can I suggest you change the last line to read simply 'moisture falls' ??

Love judy
xxx

mand

mand

8 years 11 months ago

I second all the above comments. ( that's what you call a lazy comment ) Lol

You hit the spot for me on this one - I love thunder storms and the electrifying atmosphere!

Love Mand xxx

S

I've ridden out one tornado in my life and we had a hail storm so heavy the other afternoon that it looked like it had snowed the following morning. I also love storms.........stan