8:20 (when the lights went out)
Doom does glow as moon’s ascent in full
bloom awakens earth’s unnatural
winds; their eerie howl infused with pain
kindles fear in hearts—it’s beat like rain
pounding down.
An evening full of dread
drowns out hope as lights do flicker dead.
Noise finds purchase – amplified – as dark
toys with raw emotions bound to spark.
Lightning flashes rattling each nerve
fighting hard for sleep’s sweet hold to curb –
numb – the raging thoughts.
As winds do moan
slumber grows into a distant groan.
A Storm Aside: Yesterday, as Sandy pounded steadily on my doorstep, I took a moment to reminisce with a poem written in the darkness of Irene. While inspiration for the poem (Winds of Emotion) had come from a Poetics prompt there was no doubt the storm played a role in its conception. So it is no surprise, as I sat in the flickering light of candles, the storm managed to creep into my thoughts. Unlike last time, I waited until the light of day to put this verse together.
A Form Aside: Though I was not crazy enough this time to
employ the sestina form (which was my form of choice during Irene), I did
choose to toy with form. This is written
in Framed Couplets (with some extra line breaks thrown in for fun).
A Now Aside: So no go on the power yesterday...or today. Luckily the roads were clear enough for me to invade my friend. My feet are now nice and toasty. I hoping for like seven than ten day without power...
I'm going to try to make my way around at the pub, but with no power at home and horrid mobile service...
This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.
I'm going to try to make my way around at the pub, but with no power at home and horrid mobile service...
This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.
