Wind is a friend to the dying and the dead.
It moves them, rattling in their throats
on these dry milk pod days of drudgery.
It speaks in the tongues of dry maple leaves
and in the bony arms of autumn’s Boston ferns.
The blossoms, spread eagled in the sun too long,
are blown to heir beds, to lie in the stillness
after the rampage and ravaging. This is windtalk.
Dusky skies weep rain like milk from skies breast
too full by the death of a child, or children,
and sucked dry petals faltering in the wet grasses
relinquish their hold and float muddily to the marsh
where the frog’s cry for more, along with her. This is raintalk.
Thunder echoes through the canyon, like an angry husband
having found his daughter lying in the shadows,
basting her brown body where sun could see it
and use it, until she was nothing but wrinkles
and wry prickled dry hack of a cough. He is raging
that she would to listen to anything but the rock
as if it were god. This is thundertalk.
Lightening is the forked tongue, silver-lipped sharp rebuke
that rasps against the cages of hidden things, this satanic sin
spewing a ton of heated messages that forges
words written by the angry fingertip of some god,
where a focused word is enough to curl the toes
of the cottonwood and burn invisible poems
across the skim of the lake. This is lighteningtalk.
Author notes
I really got in to this since we are living at the Maine NH border and getting some really strange weather uncommon for this time of year. We are perched on the cusp of the mountains and the ocean and we are to get some wild weather this evenign and for a couple of days. This poem comes from feelings I have of storms being spirit.
Written June 2nd, 2006
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A contest entry
- Reflections of storms by Frozentearz.
300 points, ended June 8, 2006, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Congratulatjions on your award,
This was a great write we liked how the poem kinda talked
and how you took each part of a storm and made it it's own,
This for me Tearz took on almost like a native tone within my mind, loved it to bits. And love the creativity you put into this.
Thanks for sharing
Tearz and Frogster -
Thank you, Frog. Happens we were midstorm in Maine as I wrote it.
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I love the imagery in this peice along with its twists and turns.... how you explain thundertalk, raintalk and ilghtening talk is incredible! Thanks for sharing this and best wishes in the contest!
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ty Lilacthoughts. I am a person who loves waking in the rain but yesterday someone was hit by lightening jsut a few miels from here. methinks I will stay in today.
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It is a lovely drizzle down day today. Our weather has had some wonderful spontaeous fireworks. thanks for your comments.
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Yes, exactly...it is a wonderful experience full of allt he senses.
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thank you LB. I lvoeeee sotrms and rain and the wildness of a storm.
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This is a super poem twistasista, a piece which captures intriguing imagery and I like the way you have talked about each element of the storm individually...this really kept me interested throughout and I also enjoyed your authors notes...
~Lilac~
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Comment 'The imagery within this is very vivid,
we have had some of the storms coming through our valley
so as I read I could feel, I love how you incorporated the words,
wind, lighting, thunder and wove them with your metaphors an amazing job And I thank you for putting thought into your write for it truly shows within this write.
I can see this is already going to be a very tough contest as this is the second entry I read and the writings are simply
amazing
Thanks for sharing
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Edited on Jun 02, 11:53 p.m. because 'It's late im tired I spelled wrong'. -
I'm hardly ever more rivited and alive then when the sky goes dark,and thunder rolls.Flashes of blue streaks shatter my calm complacincy.If real damage occures,it's sad. But boy do I adore the power surges.This brings them to a virtual state of ALIVEEEEEEEEEEE!~~Suseann
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This is amazing. So many metaphors and such brilliant imagery. An absolutely wonderful piece. Good luck in this contest.... x LB
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