A Summer Storm
by Evelyn Norris
Sunday, June 02, 2002
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I love the sound of a summer storm.
The rolling thunder holds no fear for me.
It is only sound.
but the lightning speaks with a forked tongue
And burns with each touching of the earth,
Leaving odors of fetid breath
As it trails sulphur and fire
Reminding me of hellfire and brimstone
And what is to come,
Returns once again to the point of its birth,
For mere earth cannot hold the heat
Of its radiant beauty,
For beautiful they are.
Each jagged detail is etched against
Made black by night's deepness.
Defenseless in this tug of war
Between sky, earth, and storm,
Still drawn by its beauty,
Knowing that I cannot touch either,
For the heat will destroy me.
So I sit and watch my futile struggles
Against all odds knowing I am helpless.
For such a summer storm is much akin to me.
And so I have to ask the father of it all
To protect me from myself, for I am weak, not
Insulated against such an attack.
Still I watch, for I love the sights and sounds
Of an early summer storm
Even if it comes from my own heart.
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|Reviewed by Cheryl Shoemaker
|Beautiful...you paint a picture that can be sooooo vivid !!! Love you|
|Reviewed by Allison Alexander
|It's been a long time- sorry! I need my periodic dose of your poetry. I love this one!! 'September' is still my favorite!!! WHEN are you going to publish these?????!!! The world needs to see your work!|
|Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
|I love storms because when they are over there is a freshness where all is washed away.
inner currents smolder and fade and you are able to go on again until the next storm.
so fire away little synapses. you are just electrical currents of the mind.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Very beautiful write, and I too love a storm...but rather watch the ones outside than deal with the ones within...;-)|