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last night I awoke to
large angry raindrops
as tempestuous as a
cold winter’s hail
as thunder rolled
across the night sky
as though trying to
knock over tenpins
amidst lightning strikes
only noticed as the
dark bedroom curtains
began casting shadows
but tonight setting high
in the night sky rests
a sliver of new moon
between gray pillow clouds
© August 2013
Renee Espriu
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thunder in the distance
a train moving
down the tracks
metal grating
against metal
creating
hieroglyphic maps
or is it storm clouds
black and angry
when life is
at our back
raising doubts
that squelch
the laughter
when everything after
can only be thunder
or the rumble
of an unrequited earth
giving birth
to yet another
mountain or is it
only a waterfall in a
distant forest
raising its’
voice in chorus
and we hear it as
thunder in the distance
creating refuge
from an
incendiary past
always keep in mind that
just beyond our
quiet solitude
whether real or an
imaginary cast
there will always be
thunder in the distance
waking us to the
reality of
life
© July 2013
Renee Espriu
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riding within the ‘so called’
safety of the car
grey clouds hanging in
thick air as though
calling
with the promise of
lightning strikes
sky electric
followed by the distant
rumbling of thunder
clapping
bird song has left the
air currents
relishing the safety of
leafy boughs or
twig filled nests
brings back to my mind
a girl standing in
awe in front of a
living room window
no fear
watching the light show
waiting for the far
away sound of someone
bowling?
could it be the friends of
Rip Van Winkle playing
nine-pins in the
Catskill Mountains…
maybe
her imagination carried
adrift with glory
lightning strikes on
a summer’s afternoon
a childhood story
© July 2012 Renee Espriu
We have been having some odd weather lately as has been most of the entire earth and thunder and lightning storms, some without rain, (prevalent and common where I grew up in California) now here in Washington. While out today the sky was brilliant and I thought of one of my favorite stories “Rip Van Winkle” written by author Washington Irving in 1819. As a child when I looked at the sky lit up by lightning my mind just knew it was the men Rip met in the Catskills playing nine-pins. I never feared but as a child that is so much a part of growing up.
The distant thunder of
apologetic sighs
creeps unheeded into
our days and nights
giving us pause to
consider again
how much it means to
have family and friends
pulls at our hearts to
correct and make right
the ills of all wrongs of
sufferings and plights
The distand thunder of
apologetic sighs
creeps unheeded into
our days and nights
© March 2012
Renee Espriu
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