Sotto Poet Poet Free verse

Ceraunophilia Incardine Thunder

Written: July 8, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Craig Cornish 

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Others shutter windows
at the first metallic whisper—
I unlatch mine.

The heavens rehearse
with the rhythm of sanctuary,
and my pulse answers
like an old instrument
finally finding its tuning.

Lightning does not threaten me;

it signs the sky
with impossible handwriting.

Love has always arrived this way—

sudden,
unbidden,
splitting certainty
to reveal the living grain beneath.

The storm is not my adversary
but my mirror:

both of us beautiful
only when we dare
to break the silence open.

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Anne-Lise Andresen July 18, 2026 at 11:47 AM - Love the line about the lightning that signs the sky with impossible handwriting ... a wonderful poem, Las :) - Best wishes in the contest ... a winning poem in my eyes :) - hugs

Paige Hind July 13, 2026 at 2:56 AM gorgeous!!

Evelyn Judy Buehler July 11, 2026 at 1:22 PM This beautiful poem was so enjoyable to read, Sotto. It's a fave for me. I think storms are lovely, too. :)

Yann Rolland July 8, 2026 at 4:59 PM this is so original,the poet communicates at his best with thunders and storms, you are exploring something i would have never thought of, this is brilliant, thanks poet Sotto