Storm Front

Clouds roiled by,

doubling their chins.

clearing their throats

over and again,

sending echoes down the line.

Veins popped on their foreheads,

razor lights split the tension–

flash points of interruption.

Then the weeping,

sobbing, lubrication of

pent up anger mixed

with distraught.

A million-billion tears

distilled in sheets,

form rivulets

on the overlooked

guttural indentations

of the world’s skin.

2 thoughts on “Storm Front

  1. As I read the poem I let the powerful imagery just wash over me. This poem comes on the heals of my son sharing his experience of torrential rains and hail in Calgary a couple days ago. This poems moves the Calgary experience from a wild storm to The pent up energy that the earth needs to share loose once in awhile.

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