You can smell it in the air
long before the pavement darkens
with each fat, slow drop.
Electricity sparks upon our flesh
as the wind gathers pace,
throwing lifeless leaves
into the hungry current
of a night lush with life.
Here it comes.....
here it is.....
awash with copper scents,
like blood on your lips,
the storm begins.
Together, yet somehow alone,
we embrace the rain
and slowly pull apart.
6/11/08
This pulls/blows the reader into the storm, a really great read Viola 10/10 tom
One can truly smell it or see it in the air, the begining of most storms pre-empt themselves in various ways, I can visualize a different 'storm' through your words. You have captured this one very nicely.
Nice work Viola. I expect I am a sort of connoisseur of storms- living in the midwestern U.S.; tornado alley. Your description is so perfect it gives me chills just like a genuine thunderstorm.
Very well done. Such excellent expression, Viola. You've incredible talent!
This is not only about rain... and storm......... This is a pciture showing............ What an exellent choise of words to paint the picture so important to YOU. WooooooooooooW
Be still my beating heart! ! ! Just love that time before the rain on the coast
gourmet....that's all I wanted to say but the silly requirement of at least 20 words took the life out of it.... so its gourmet.....
this is where the weather simply mirrors the stormy relationship... beautiful!
You can smell it in the air long before the pavement darkens great lines. this is a piece of true poetry... a true poet... I love it. great job. Becca
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are one of my favorites...a beauty in the abstract, this poem exemplifies... a 10