Approach of a Storm
I saw the lightning leap from the mountain's crest
And a roar answered from the heavens.
An eagle, spiraling to her rocky nest,
missed the thunderbolt by a feather's breadth.
Quickly the clouds cloaked the sky,
Swiftly the sun was veiled in gray.
The wind had risen, cold and high;
It swirled and gusted, then it died.
In the silence I heard the clouds
Pouring a hundred thousand
diamond drops to the ground
While the thirsting earth drank them down.
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Some great poetry writing going on here! The first two and the last three lines are my favourite.
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh
Mm!
I love your vivid use of wording! Lovely!!!
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Wow.
"The wind had risen, cold and high;
It swirled and gusted, then it died."
So beautiful. I love your imagery and rhythm and the subtle alliteration that makes everything roll of the tongue like the rain itself. Almost onomatopoeia. Love it! :)
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This was awesome! I
This was awesome! I especially liked that last line.
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
I just love everything about
I just love everything about this. Your imagery and rhythm complement each other perfectly!