Thunder Poem by Deborah Cromer
Thunder
Another storm and again we are without power
Cold, dark and quiet conquer time, hour after hour
The fire glows bright, warming my heart
Snapping and popping, it plays and dances in art
The poor trees, I wonder if they tire in the wind
Bending and swaying, back and forth violently without end
The ground so wet from the pouring down rain
Caught up in this moment, I have forgotten my pain
Only for a moment though, as my hurt begins to rise
Coming back with feelings, remembering the abuse and lies
Deep, intense pain from memories, still in my mind
I cannot forget or hide reality, or leave it behind
lovely drift and turn in this poem.a vivid explanation of thunder and struggling trees and the artwork of fire............. heart warming poem
Ahh, the curse and blessing of being Human; pulled backward (but having learned) , pushed ahead (but hopefull): rarely able to be here now (that which to the beasts are limited and blessed) .A very fine poem.
Wow, another really good one. I too can relate to this, but the beautiful thing about life is that after every thunderstorm, is a beautiful rainbow, and warming sunshine. Great piece!
I've lived in the Thunderstorm most of my life so I can truly relate to this piece. A truly self-reflective piece... Great! Nate
sensitive and very detailed. it makes me feel like im actuallly there...really good job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 9:34:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
maybe one day it can become a more distant memory