the storm
live oak measure the wind’s demeanor
rustle and swish sassy in arcing flounce
weeping willows wear animated grass skirts
the big bluster advancing has angry designs
black clouds trimmed in khaki bode ominous
the grip of hush is intense with natural rage
the pong of wrath prickles the flesh anxious
ancient dynamisms rumble across the night air
rage approaches and fear furnishes the wind
cowards are ambushed with the sheeting rains
their sack of tricks shrunken in lightning bolts
a barrage of hail and on bended knees prayers
appeasement and sacrificial gestures ineffectual
thunder explodes and cover from banshee’s rage
occupies the willful thoughts of sodden flesh
07/22/2011
Jon Michael Willey
love to you dear friend, Carole~
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Regis
Sheila
this "natural rage"...the sense of vengeance
is palpable in your words, Jon, My Friend,...are we
deserving of all we get? i feel we are for
we've brought it upon ourselves and no
"appeasement and sacrificial gestures" will save us.
The writing is of a high order here, driving
the message home eloquently.
Kudos!
John
-gene.
You sooooooooo aptly describe
followed by uprooted trees on
power lines...then loss of
power and lives with anger
and despair setting in!
~Jon~
Awareness of our fears so evident
in your writing of soul matters..
as we hear storm of the century
being broadcast on the news!!
Lady Vivian
prayers for the banshee to stay away
i was right with you through the storm. Sounds like a bad one! That is happening all over the country.
Mary
Ron
Remarkably mesmerizing use of sonic elements throughout, too!
I awoke to a great storm this morning. I'm dragging in this heat, just wilting.
Blessings,
Christine
Blessings,
Christine
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.