Luke Britsch

(December 2,1992 / West Bend)

Thunder Storms. [3 short poems]


The thunder cracks!
How unreal.
Something with such power,
sporadic and unpredictable.
A wicked trick,
with the epitome of strength.

I'm in no place of fear.
As i shouldn't be.
Fear is the root of power,
as fear inspires power.

But be aware.
Nature makes sure
man knows it's place.☮

-

The torrential rain drops,
falling ever faster.

They sing the symphony of the skies.

Listen,
and you may just learn a little something.☮

-

There is an epic drum roll,
that the thunder beats.

The lightning dances along,
with an earth shattering plié,
across the skies.☮

Submitted: Sunday, May 17, 2009
Edited: Friday, June 26, 2009

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