FOR THIS WEEK'S Poetry Potluck #37. ...Thunderstorms, Floods and Water Fury. All around us...nature runs amok. Heartfelt sympathy to those who've lost so much.
STORM
On the shelf of the world
sits a cup of tears,
an ark in an endless flood.
It overflows
with a never-ending stream.
Two by two
build a bridge of sighs,
crying out
from alpha to omega.
Across the sky
an electric flare quivers
in the hand of fury.
Shadowy thunder
echoes an agreement
in operatic blasts,
always the handmaiden
of lightning.
We still greet each dawn
with hope,
while falling from grace
since a minute after Eden.
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