there’s much to love about rolling thunderstorms
and feeling safe at our cottage in the countryside
rumblings of thunder while rain splashes foliage
with its relentless pitter patter banter
a lightning show across the lake so we may savour
the peacefulness of it all, its feeling of surrender
a breeze gently swaying branches side to side
vibrant greens under the steely grey of skies
how I welcome oncoming of the summer sounds
when country thunderstorms come to delight us
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2022
Categories:
rumblings, nature, peace, rain, storm,
Form: Free verse
ashen-faced neighbors
slow-motion explosion
the pretty dollhouse
melts into the cul-de-sac
3/2/2021
Categories:
rumblings, conflict,
Form: Free verse
LeClaire was at his Traitors Post
Getting a roast
From the Indian seller
One heck of a yeller
“I did not have an affair!”
She did swear
“I sold this guy
What he wanted to buy
A nice gift
To give his new bride a lift”
LeClaire
Felt very scared
There was no time to stop the press
Reporting this mess
Only find the truth
About an issue ready to hit the roof
Putting on his snow shovels
LeClaire headed out to prove the faithful knight had a lover
Seeing heroic foot prints he fixed his notebook
And took a look
Preparing for a fight
Knowing this path track was right
But then there was thunderous rumbling
An avalanche started crumbling
Feeling lucky like he rolled a seven
Escaping from going to heaven
This was not the one
Being smothered following Goldie lock knight and his mistress hon
When danger all cleared
Something else appeared
Which made LeClaire fear
A knight with golden locks
Image put LeClaire in shock
“Interview with you was fun
Did the story run?”
LeClaire feeling he was done
Peering up not knowing what to say
Except “it ran today”
Categories:
rumblings, adventure, confusion, crush, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
My heart
It does rumble
Aching for
The sight of you
The feel of our hearts
Pressed together
Beating one beat
Beating one beat together
Categories:
rumblings, america,
Form: Free verse
Distant Rumblings
Distant rumblings
tug at my permanence.
Muffled metal
click-clack
of worn track,
soft metronome
of travel.
Iced roar
crystal contrails
plotting a course
through the heavens.
Far away hum -
rubber kissing
asphalt avenues
of escape.
Distant rumblings
tug at my permanence.
©11/23/2017
submitted to – STANDARD CONTEST NO 55
Categories:
rumblings, introspection, longing,
Form: Free verse
HEMISPHERIC RUMBLINGS
Lightening that flashes between two hemispheres
Hail falling in droves behind the eyelid’s curtain
Showered hair standing up in precipitation’s fight
Each nerve ending sharing primordial foreboding
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Categories:
rumblings, fear, storm,
Form: Free verse
Distant Rumblings
A distant rumbling
slowly turns unwary heads,
anticipation’s curtsy
awaiting stillness.
Homage before the deluge.
The delicate staccato,
of clouded future,
cold touch, a victor’s mercy,
counting coup on flower beds.
7/18/2016
submitted to – Compose a Choka – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Janis Thompson
Categories:
rumblings, life, metaphor, nature,
Form: Choka
Monsters lurk in dark corners of my mind;
fueling hate and raw, primal urges.
And adept at guile, cunning, and finesse,
they're invisible; thus invincible.
Preachers fishing for the souls of sinners;
use paradise as an alluring bait.
But a faith that is tainted by untruths;
retains the pungent aftertaste of lies.
Sane and insane coexist in my mind;
and I am unsure which describes me best.
Yet, madness is no excuse for failure;
for reality is a cruel test.
Love can be both a curse and a blessing;
it can break your heart or give life meaning.
And though evil's no friend, I know its ways;
corrupting the morals of innocence.
Between birth and death, I'll experience
every emotion human beings feel.
And yet, no one cares that I existed;
they're too self-immersed to get to know me.
Categories:
rumblings, deep, emotions, feelings, imagination,
Form: Blank verse
I am
The moon
The fluid dam
You throw ash at me
Like a volcano sore
From the ancient deep of core
Time melt your memory
Into liquid convulsions
What trace of me in rocks
Was there for observations
Is gone from broken bonds and locks
Of love the murmurers broke away
Your fire can only be one eruption
Long. I have many cycles in songs
And will return when ash falls away
Categories:
rumblings, social, me,
Form: Verse
I am
The moon
The fluid dam
You throw ash at me
Like a volcano sore
From the ancient deep of core
Time melt your memory
Into liquid convulsions
What trace of me in rocks
Was there for observations
Is gone from broken bonds and locks
Of love the murmurers broke away
Your fire can only be one eruption
Long. I have many cycles in songs
And will return when ash falls away
Categories:
rumblings, allegory, me,
Form: Verse