My steps, river bank edge, look up a cloud!
gazing skyward at the massive roamers,
Left foot became right foot, fell splash, too proud
In water I was cloud-like, a floater.
The depths of the water, under me
Chess piece clouds building up over my head
treading water, current, headed to sea
I may have been better off dead
Gray and white mountain towering heights
flashes of light, rolls of noise and thunder
jagged light and noise at me causes frights
That sound near can only be a hammer
As Norse gods pounded anvil darkness
I emit, little girl screams, shrill sharpness
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
My steps, river bank edge, look up a cloud!
gazing skyward at the massive roamers,
Left foot became right foot, fell splash, too proud
In water I was cloud-like, a floater.
The depths of the water, under me
Chess piece clouds building up over my head
treading water, current, headed to sea
I may have been better off dead
Gray and white mountain towering heights
flashes of light, rolls of noise and thunder
jagged light and noise at me causes frights
That sound near can only be a hammer
As Norse gods pounded anvil darkness
I emit, little girl screams, shrill sharpness
First Sonnet, maybe my last,
about my love for clouds, storms
thunder lightening, wind, disasters,... sigh
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