William Cohen


Thunder - Poem by William Cohen

Far from a window pain a crack of thunder ring's out, then
a murmured strain, into a sharpened silence of the night,
with wind chilled by fright, the heart thumping inside the
chest the eyes widened with shock, the owl cries upon the
wind, and the stars hidden by blackened clouds that flock.
By foot takeoff into the night, and follow thunderous strike,
run hard ever faster, never stopping from hear after,
just going were that wind grows cold, waiting for the clouds
to unfold and the owl to cry upon the wind,
and wait for the storm


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 16, 2013



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