spontaneous poem for the weather
Jun. 3rd, 2010 05:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm in love with a thunderstorm, but it doesn't return my calls.
I'm in love with a thunderstorm, but when I ask it inside, it runs.
My dreams are in the colors of rain, my words run off the eaves and flood the garden.
I'm in love with a thunderstorm. Even though it shouts
and shoots wild sparks at me. I don't know what makes it so angry.
But it's beautiful when it's angry.
I'm in love with the thunderstorm.
Even when it wanders off.
Even when I can count onetwothreefourfivesixseveneight and still no thunder,
just flashes teasing at my eyelids,
teasing at my eyelids,
a lover so fickle it skips town at the first sign of sun.
But this is what I know:
in the summer swelter, when I wait with my head
back, my legs apart to hold
off the sweat, my limbs slack and waiting for the
thrill of little hairs prickling on end...
it'll be back.
I'm in love with a thunderstorm, but when I ask it inside, it runs.
My dreams are in the colors of rain, my words run off the eaves and flood the garden.
I'm in love with a thunderstorm. Even though it shouts
and shoots wild sparks at me. I don't know what makes it so angry.
But it's beautiful when it's angry.
I'm in love with the thunderstorm.
Even when it wanders off.
Even when I can count onetwothreefourfivesixseveneight and still no thunder,
just flashes teasing at my eyelids,
teasing at my eyelids,
a lover so fickle it skips town at the first sign of sun.
But this is what I know:
in the summer swelter, when I wait with my head
back, my legs apart to hold
off the sweat, my limbs slack and waiting for the
thrill of little hairs prickling on end...
it'll be back.
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Date: 2010-06-03 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-03 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-03 11:11 pm (UTC)The sky here in Central MA is threatening to open up, too, and just hearing the thunder is quite tantalizing.
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Date: 2010-06-04 01:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-04 01:48 am (UTC)watch it writhe above you,
moody, gray, tormented and tormenting
it makes you wet
and the room sometimes shakes with its passion.
It brings you fire and water and air,
anything but down to earth.
And you imagine yourself flying, and remember why
you are in love with a thunderstorm.
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Date: 2010-06-04 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-04 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-04 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-04 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-07 02:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-08 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-04 05:23 pm (UTC)James, (an anti-troll.)