It isn't easy loving a poet,
who embezzles your dark scars~
to make their words shine.
For once you flourished together in the summer,
now you're a wrinkled weed in winter’s wrath,
where rhymes are lost in the light of the distant sun.
Flashes of lightning at dusk
in dark dank distant clouds
heralds the storm brewing.
So far, its too far away to
hear or feel the claps
of thunder rattle the
windows in their frames.
The storm engulfs the sky in spewed splodges
of dark ferment
as it draws ever onward on
the path towards you.
It embezzles your attention, sucks you in, as the flashes rear up,
like a wolf with white teeth snarling, getting ready to attack.
The storm is closer now flashing, banging, barging
its way to fill the sky with foreboding torment, anger and gloom.
Its overhead now, dropping its hail like cluster bombs, banging
on the roof, trying to shatter the windows.
The sky is filled with whip-cracks
and blinding flashes of light
as it builds to a cosmic kaleidoscopic crescendo.
The wind builds to a snarl,
blowing the storm away like a parent
scolding and grabbing at a naughty child.
The storm moves away with fading, spluttering flashes
and murmuring grunts of thunder.
Outside the eerie sunset scrubbed clean by the storm
is tinged bright with shudders of lightning light
and the haunting smell of rain emitted by the grass,
splattered with hail,
white, bright and melting.
In a far mountain area of Leyte
Located in the Pearl of Orient Sea
A South East Asian country
Lies a mysterious tale of Damdam
A wine bottled-size creature
Enormous critter, surpassing all others
This minuscule noshes greedily
It embezzles the mortals' ranch produce
Tote such back to his family
Unexpectedly was seized up by human
Captured and imprisoned in a corral
hopeless of escaping from their hands
To escape, might and power were used
But to the mortals pity and kindness
Released Damdam from captivity
From then on Damdam's mysterious story
Repeatedly however secretly narrated
Hoping that it's contour one day will be peeked
April 27, 2017
By: Precioso L. Tano
Upright I sit now.
Your terms of
Endearment
Absent, but
I never
Expected them.
A drag race
Embezzles my own
Charity and its not
Surprising.
Splendid candor ?
Ubiquitous nonetheless
As I continue chasing cars.
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