After the storm
It’s when water drops from re-born leaves
frustrated petrol-grey clouds turn to pink
and the scents of sodden concrete mingle;
mixed now with earth, and grass, and life, and air;
senses sharpened and bright to fight the storm
are too awake for this – a world returned
to peace and light at last:
just like after making love
the sun breaks through,
and the world is new
The storm and earth lie fulfilled.
This poem is for Jingle Poetry Potluck “Thunderstorms, floods and water fury”.
Love this poem. The internal rhymes and the alliteration along with your sure sense of pace make it a delight to read. But I also like the calm after the storm that your speaker leads us to.
That was fantastic! Your imagery is brilliant, especially “petrol-grey clouds”. Really evocative stuff!
You wrote about aspects in this poem I would be glad to write myself if I wasn’t into something else right now: “senses sharpened” with the storm and the comparison storm/making love. In reality, it’s more after the storm… I enjoyed!
Lovely comparisions-The end- I loved it. You have written beautifully.
” Scents of sodden concrete…” I can smell that one..and indeed, Pray for peace and light! Beautifully done…
light always come after darkness wear out.
smart one, well done.
This leaves a fresh, contented feeling…loved the way you described the clouds changing colour. Really beautiful piece. 🙂
“frustrated petrol-grey clouds turn to pink
and the scents of sodden concrete mingle” Wonderful lines! Beautiful imagery and as someone mentioned above this poem has the sense of afterglow about it
wonderful. love your description.
A very serene image sketched.. absolutely mesmerizing!
weekend hugs xox
Even natural disturbances can be embraced. The quite after a storm and the things the storm alters in the ecosystem are beautiful in their own way.