Phil Capitano Poet Free verse

Morning Crashes

a july morning crashes
	with the thunder
gentle rat-a-tat rhythm
rain-tears on a metal skin
his shoulders are slumped
	his heart the drum
loved by all yet loved by none
the storm intensifies
	in and around him
zephyr screams at the trees
flesh rips from their bones
fire cracks the sky
and when the wind and rain
have had enough
they release him 
to find his way
home

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Connie Marcum Wong September 6, 2017 at 4:04 PM This is beautiful Phil. I especially love the way you ended this poem! : )

Harry Horsman September 3, 2017 at 8:04 AM one left to find their own way. brilliant poetry, creates so much in the mind... Phil Capitano September 3, 2017 at 2:31 PM Thanks double-H for the visit and praise. Ciao.

Aqua Marine September 2, 2017 at 3:12 PM I enjoyed all the "sounds" here- violent, noisy, rhythmic, gentle....and yet the poems finality is one of quiteness....powerful write. : )

Gregory Richard Barden September 2, 2017 at 1:20 AM This is wonderful and so exquisitely-crafted, Phil ... congrats on your win and blessings, my friend! :-)

Tim Smith September 1, 2017 at 12:33 PM Hope you still have a home...it was nice of Detroit to donate Verlander to the relief effort.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 1, 2017 at 7:20 AM Wow! Intense :) xomo enjoyed! Phil Capitano September 1, 2017 at 7:34 AM Thanks Mo, I appreciate it. :)