Wanted to go out with rolling thunder claps
storm surge flashes startling lightning bolts
thunderbolts hurled across velvet black skies
ocean huge rejoices as clouds unleash voltages
body weeps bursts of fury focus thoughts
empty canvas white screen absorbs words
charcoal water colours oils ink create images
form flows into drama subtle thunderstorms
March 2013 260 poems storm fill pages
stealers of time mammon covet poet's gems
Eddy Nina greed sows evil dissolutions
dissolving creative spark hemlock passions
what would have been written not realized
thunderstorm exit words guillotined silenced
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem