It’s good to be back after a brief hiatus. I took a trip, finished a class, and endured the kids’ end-of-the-year business/busyness. This week’s prompt at Poetic Bloomings was enough to tempt me back to pen and paper (or computer, as it were). The prompt is to write about… wait for it, wait for it… water!
Summer Storm
I feel his weather in the gathering clouds,
a skin premonition like prophetic bones,
arthritic knees, and joints.
Cracked lands, dry lands, great plain lands
lay awake underneath the dilating sky
as rumbles begin to build.
The storm moves over me, rolling across
my surface with the smooth power
of floods and bombs.
Sounds bloom in the wake of his passing
In a symphony of stray dog whines
and flapping screen doors.
Silent tears fall from a deep height
downward in random lines into
growing puddles of mud.
