Storm
raindrops fall
from deep grey clouds hovering above
as I eat fresh strawberries
from a failing farmstand
thunder claps
from distances unknown
i trade sweetness
from a tongue parched to nonexistent bone
lightning streaks the sky
from beneath I walk instead of hide
10 thoughts on "Storm"
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I like how the freshness of the strawberries invites your openness to the skies
Thanks! The strawberries were so delicious, that I nearly got caught in a downpour!!
How we do seem to love storms!
Love the visual/layout of this one.
Indeed, we do.
Thank you for the kind words.
Came back to say I love this unexpected thought/visual:
“ tongue parched to nonexistent bone”
Awesome! Thanks for returning to share your thoughts. I am glad you enjoyed that line. I struggled with this poem for a bit.
I agree with Joseph.
This looks real good on the page!
Many thanks, Coleman.
The image of strawberries “from a failing farmstand” is lovely–and exudes kindness. The entire poem has a wonderful Kentucky feel!
Oh, wow! Thank you! 💜