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thunder does all the talking
by Lacy D PhillipsFor love to be like thunder
I must fall like rain.
An opening act,
lightening is only a promise
of the thunder that must follow.
It leaves me blinking
to fill the holes left in my vision
by its brilliance.
It leaves me half-blinded,
waiting to feel.
Thunder isnt much to look at,
boiling out into the night
trailing along after lightning
as an afterthought,
slave to the ostentatious flash.
Love, like thunder, does not occur
of its own free will.
To fall like rain,
I must live among the clouds.
Theyre in competition
between themselves tonight,
each one trying to outdo the other.
Thunder lumbering after lightening
like a predator sure of the kill.
Sailors learn to fear the ocean
more than storm clouds in the east.
05/26/2003 Author's Note: What the Thunder Said: crit stat remix
Posted on 05/27/2003
Copyright © 2026 Lacy D Phillips
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/05/03 at 06:44 PM For me, the human attributes given to natural forces brings me closer to this poem and nature in general... thanks for sharing. |
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