Kismet

The wind arrives with sleeves rolled up. All day it stirs the cauldron of the sky. As thunder boils, the clouds explode. Each raindrop falls to its appointed place. First published at vox poetica

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Patricia Cresswell

Date: 8/6/2017 8:12:00 PM

Sorry about the typo it is meant to be 'captures'. My sight is not great just now.

Alan Ireland
Date: 8/7/2017 2:50:00 AM

Thanks for your comment. Sorry to hear about your sight problems. I see that Dr Mercola has an article on eye health today. It's at https://goo.gl/cjEADu

Patricia Cresswell

Date: 8/6/2017 8:10:00 PM

We have many storms here of late, tornado watches too. It is the unusual becoming usual due to weather changes Your poem matures that intense feeling I get as a storm builds. Excitement and fear equal portions.

Doug Vinson

Date: 4/17/2017 11:43:00 AM

Hi Alan. I like this a lot - very straightforward, and with a satisfying sense of completeness.

Alan Ireland
Date: 4/17/2017 8:38:00 PM

Hi Doug. Thanks. I think "Kismet", which is a Turkish corruption of the Arabic "Qisma", must be related to the Sanskrit "Karma".

Alan Ireland

Date: 4/16/2017 10:00:00 PM

This poem was first published at Vox Poetica.