God’s Symphony
The
land is parched and dry
beneath
the summer sun
and
one might question,
why
its been so long since rain
has
spattered softly in the dust
until
the droplets blend
in
numbers large enough to
soak
the crust and run in rivulets
steaming
in the heat with
pitter,
patter beat
backed
up by lights
behind
gray clouds
and
roar of distant tympani?
First
pianissimo, then forte
as
the lightning cymbals crash
and
drum roll thunder shakes
the
core.
The
howling wind joins in
for
harmony and takes the
movement
down to pianissimo
once
more
then
fades to blue.
Maybe I'd start writing again if I gave it a face lift.
ReplyDeleteEven though I rarely agree with you, I'm glad to see you writing again.
I'm always happy to see your name pop up in the comments section. I never mind if people don't agree with me, as long as they do it in a nice way. Best to you and your family. Pappy
ReplyDeleteReally like this one, Pappy - especially "...takes the movement down to pianissimo once more". Nicely done. Glad to see this piece on Independent Poetry Society!
ReplyDeleteThanks Adam. Glad you enjoyed it.
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