bearing witness
i stood in the sun
and watched a storm
circle north
around me
pulling clouds in directions
impossible to follow
thunder rolled beneath my feet
as i stood
still
planted in a world
refusing to acknowledge
bolts of lightning
ripping through the grey blue steel
of sky’s lost eye
there was no rainbow
but off in the distance
rain reached down
in gauzy
worn-through sheets
someone else’s
dirty laundry
left hung out
to rinse
dry
and petrify
.
.
.
June 5th, 2014 at 9:26 am
great last bit there…the rain in sheets, someone else’s dirty laundry…interesting progression in rinse/dry/petrify as well..
i love to stand in the awesome power of a storm…we had some pretty intense ones here tonight…
June 5th, 2014 at 5:18 pm
Someone else’s dirty laundry . . . great visual.
June 5th, 2014 at 7:56 pm
What a poem of a post this is. Thank you.
June 6th, 2014 at 1:01 am
that’s quite a twisting close ~
June 9th, 2014 at 7:27 pm
Love the laundry at the end–to dry and petrify–