Best Hailstones Poems
as the cumulonimbi thrash & tear the
sky,
the quiet chill envelopes you & stops you in your tracks,
snapping your head quick like a bird in the
wild
(looking around for predators),
your eyes stare straight up & as a thousand little
white heads of needles
you first see the hailstones drop---
growing in size as they collect together in the sky
they quicken their pace
&
up from your ditch,
still slithering atop the ground, a bit distant from the
freshwater that spawned you---
your shell still a bit wet,
you drag your home along with you
now with your neck cocked and your
radula ripping this miniscule bits of pretzel that
some stupid human dropped down
splashing right next to you,
while they were hiking one day---
as the ice chunks in the sky make their way closer &
closer,
you look around for any of your friends
but they have all gone away,
perhaps taking shelter under a fallen log
or
in a pile of wet moss on the shore of that now distant
water’s edge---
but your own personal end of the world is heading right for you,
and you continue gliding along so slowly on that
one flat foot
on a plain of mucus that you spend your time secreting---
all this will be gone in a split second,
you feel,
if you can’t find shelter
quick---but as fast as you try to move,
you curse in a single word of snailspeak
those disgusting humans who consider you a good source of
protein,
in spain,
the philippines,
italy, greece & of course,
france---
you also curse those christian humans
who would consider you a symbol of
laziness---
as if you had any other choice in the matter!
& with your frustration level at a maximum,
not able to move any quicker,
sliming & sliming towards a fallen log off in the distance---
you will not reach your own personal
promised
land,
for the catastrophic has entered your mental
plane
as the humongous ice balls which look like crashing
planets
begin to smash down all around you &
without blinking your
stick-up eyes,
one hits the top of your shell
cracking your whole self open,
splashing & spreading your snail corpse out all over
the muddy ground.
it is all over so very quick.
Suddendly everything is still.
Hailstones lay on the path
and in clumps along the garden
edges like frozen spawn
left by storm clouds now
dying into the distances
of the evening.
The light is muted, the cold,
soundless air hangs breathless
in the trees as if waiting
for the clouds offspring
to hatch and float them off
into the arms of the night.
So you thought life is easy
For what comes just goes
Seeking unknown,it's all hailstones
Oh Yee they fail again
But I'm going to tell you anyway
Even if you cannot hear me
Yes I'm sad you are gone
But I should spit on your grave I say
Drinking whiskey out of plastic mugs
and wishing the world were better
You couldn't see a way out?
And I heard your mind in the wind today
Should I blame them for your demise?
Should I blame yourself for your failure?
Ooh should I care why you left?
You hate love, you love life
Once you asked someone to hide the bottle,once you didn't
Boom!you failed from the merciless rope
And it squized you so hard
Kwi kwi they cried for you
But ways to die,most of them you can do while living
Once you heard that shame,is the closest thing to death
But neither do I blame you for their tears,
I blame the coperate war profiteers
House nor senate,house,judge
Nor agency.speak for us
Hailstones punctuate
the narrative of life with
an exclamation.
This just came to me in the night
Hailstones
Haiku: by Tom
1/12/2021
The size of hailstones
remain inconsequential,
until striking earth.