Storm Picture Poetry

We asked you to reflect on the picture below with a stanza of poetry or a paragraph of prose. Following the picture, read your reflections.


(This incredible lightning photograph by Michael Bath)

The tension is mounting up in the sky,
Then down it comes in the blink of an eye,
For the cause of pollution it must avenge,
And will show us no mercy when it gets its revenge.
by Bev Smith
As the mists of time roll on-a pause,
A flash of light ending a lost cause,
With thunderous sound and blinding white,
A dark sky filled with the bright night light.
by David Fawbert
there's nothing like knowing,
there's nothing to know.
theres's nothing like walking
with nowhere to go.

there's nothing like nothing

by alejandro
The Storm

Soundless night
Pouring soul sour
Star gaze
Moon cast pale gold
River translucent sparkle
Storm growling in the distance
Instant flash
Light!
Sound!
Echo?
Electric tapestry woven by the clouds
Their dark liquid texture
Lightning stretches out his glowing hand
Strike!
Sparks!
The living current breathes
Rain on distance
Charging brigade of water falling
Wind swimming through the trees
The waves clash in triumphant scream
Boiling clouds close in
Their eyes evil dark gray
A grin from evil cloud
Her hand raised ready to strike
Purple fury
Enchanting light show of evil
Stinging rain piercing in hornet like fashion
Hands out stretched in freedom position
Grass blows on violent whirl wind
Thrashing about
Lightning subsides
Gray diffuses slowly mystically
Revealing
The moon
Her warm glow
Showering the land
With the reflected smiles of the sun.

by Patrick B. Odenbeck
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