light traveled
to the heart
of the dying day
mingling with
the unknown
until,
this black
timeless
wonder
entranced me
warning clouds
cleared the face
of the mountain
as a tempest
kicked up,
a whirlwind
of dust covered
a darkening sky
a flickering light
announced
the beginning
of the first act,
the stage was set
as lighting flashed
a drum beat out
windows shook
my blood was raised
the first drop
fell to ground
the dirt lifted
in protest,
its sister followed
dampening
the brown
of the earth
slate tiles
reflected the rain
tin sheds
trembled
in the glory
of the wild,
storming through
the night
I stood
at the center
of twilight
surrounded
by the glory,
my heart raced
as excitement
coursed through
I am a child
of the earth
still clasped
in the hand
of wonderment,
and lost to the power
of the storm
Comments
your
poetry is just visually beautiful..
true to my Blog ..
I read one unread yet
and then post one or a comment
I wish all so do
let no poetry of an elite Neopoet
be left unread
for ore than a session ...
may be a day
at the most
yours a few hours
Loved
I find joy in the writing its nice to be read but it doesn't bother me anymore big smile, thanks for your read I am really glad you enjoyed it I am still finding my feet after not writing for a while
thanks for the visit it is always appreciated
love JC xxx
As loved,
As loved stated above, visually beautifl poetry. Love Roscoe...
Thank you Roscoe
So happy you liked this one
love JC xxx
grateful
Friend and Sir,Roscoe
Jayne
A lovely piece as usual, I would love to see something harder from you, where the feelings that scream, are waiting in line, to be released to the pen,
Yours as always Ian xx
PS:- the footprints on the lawn are gentle as if you trod with care, would love to see those size 5's stamp out "I am Jayne".
Ian
I think I am still trying to find my groove its coming but I am not pushing it, I am enjoying the ride and going wherever it takes me, I will see what I can do about writing something harder
thanks for the read and your thoughts they are always appreciated
love always JC xxx
p.s. I have to step light so as not to wake the world smile
Jayne
It's OK I was being a little pushy in wanting to have you stamp around lol.
The foot steps on the lawn tickle my old feet and makes me smile.
There's a poem in there someplace, you take your time you have been through a lot and still a few things to come but we are here as always, take care of you out there, Yours Ian.T
Ian
Its always good to push the limits I find that's when I write my best stuff, I am just writing what the muse dictates at the moment she's being very pushy !! I will be ok not long now till I have the last op I cant wait for it all to be over
love always JC xxx
p.s. I hope Anne's doing better
Hello Jayne
I echo everything stated in all the previous comments about this wonderful piece! Storms have always fascinated me as well, and I love to be under a tin roof during a downpour! Your poetry never fails to entrance its readers, and your talent shines through every word! Loved this one!
Dear Lonnie
I am very happy to see you its been a while, and I am very glad you liked the poem it was inspired by our Ann, I love thunderstorms I am the idiot outside in the rain watching it all, thank you for the lovely complement its much appreciated
love to you both JC xxx
I greatly enjoyed this write
the simplicity of clarity
the startling and quiet nuance
and powerful emotive notations
I like the paragraph spacing
and over all flow of this poem
it has a beginning and middle
and conclusion
and Im left with the imprint
of its impression
Thanks JC!
Hi Steven
Thanks for the visit I am really glad you enjoyed it, as I said before I was inspired by Ann so I have her to thank for this poem,
always appreciate your thoughts thanks again for the visit
love JC xxx
Cliche after cliche
a flickering light
announced
the beginning
of the first act,
the stage was set
as lighting flashed
a drum beat out
windows shook
my blood was raised
best cut this and edit the rest to a haiku.
Jimm
Pringle, Billy, Jimm
Your replies and comments are beginning to sound like a record of a demented duck single syllable and gets on others nerves.
You are sounding like a stupid spoilt child, so go find your toys and play in the sea, or like for like, a cesspit.
Leave this site alone you cannot win so piss off,
Yours Yenti