Winds blowing
Hard against the house
Buffeted
Shuddering
Hunkering down for the worst
As the front rolls in
Rain pounding
On the metal roof
Voices raised
Just to hear
Rivers running through the yard
Creating trenches
Light flashes
A two-count and boom
Puppy dog
Snuggles close
Hills outlined by strobed flashes
Petitions raised up
Calm returns
Distant flashes now
Long count booms
Rain subsides
Runoff racing downhill fast
The world is fresh, clean
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SECOND PLACE WINNER
For the "Give Me A Shadorma" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
Written on 02/17/2022
Categories:
strobed, storm,
Form: Shadorma
I asked him to drape me
in saffron robes
embossed with his magic,
he employed the staff of truth
and strobed my sight against time
I arose from sleep a maiden
and now,
return to slumber a warrior,
my flanks were beaten in the fray
and my sword lost,
but as blood trickled down my forehead
fear brought a gift from the ancients
~~~
I’ve cut my hair
and shaved my head,
a mongol
armored for war
my mouth tangs
incessantly
and I can taste blood
Categories:
strobed, health, imagination
Form: Free verse
I asked him to drape me
in saffron robes
embossed with his magic,
he employed the staff of truth
and strobed my sight against time
I arose from sleep a maiden
and now,
return to slumber a warrior,
my flanks were beaten in the fray
and my sword lost,
but as blood trickled down my forehead
fear brought a gift from the ancients
~~~
I’ve cut my hair
and shaved my head,
a mongol
armored for war
and my taste buds tang
I can discern blood
Categories:
strobed, fantasy, war
Form: Blank verse