I wrote this way back in 2006 after witnessing nature's fury of a thunderstorm from the relative safety of my home. The day earlier, I was caught out in the bike trail during a storm, and it was pretty scary. Especially when you are among many dead and blackened trees, and you know what had happened to them.
photo by mconnors
image from morguefile.com
Heavy Metal
the sky was rocking
heavy metal,
clouds bruised
blue black,
as white light slashed
across its face
it growled
as in pain.
i leaned at the window
watched
as my cigarette smoke
curled outside
to die
in the rain.
13.12.06
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2011
13 comments:
love the comparison. great poem
Wonderful descriptions, such as "clouds bruised blue black". Love the way this poem gives the storm its own personality!
clouds bruised,
love the image of the line,
so witty and brave piece.
Happy Potluck.
Glad you are safe!
It is scary to read enough (the introduction before the poem)
Short but heavy!
hugs xox
hi Isabel,
thank you, glad that you see the analogy there. :)
hi Judith,
thanks for visiting! yes, i think each storm has its own "personality". :)
hi Jingle,
thank you for your kind words. i am enjoying the potluck. :)
hi Olivia,
always glad to hear from you. :) indeed it was a very humbling experience, made me realise how vulnerable we humans can be in the face of nature's fury.
Oh I love this! Its a great comparison. Really cool! I am so glad your safe
thank you, mindlovemisery!
that happened many years back, and it caught many of us riders by surprise. :)
'I thought this was great! the images were wonderful!
thank you, luna, for your kind words. :)
So true. A lightning storm could be a like a while heavy metal concert! :)
- Liz
:D
hey Liz, that was what i had in mind when i wrote that. drum rolls, thumping bass, snarling guitars..
and i was at the window watching all these..:)
I think that this is pretty accurate ... and very well done.
:)
thank you!
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