Pain is like heat lightning.
Just like a flash of white over the treetops,
on the faraway horizon.
A dull pain on the fringes of the sky.
Again and again it throbs - without a sound.
Some might long for a thunderstorm.
I liked how you used the comparison of lightening with pain: as you described it so well in your poem. Spiritsong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like, especially the last line and good use of imagery. We have different views on our associations with lighting and thunderstorms though i.e. in my poem 'Hurricane Darrin'