Poetry in a Storm: Magnetic Poetry

 

 

Storm Clouds Rolling In, National Park, NJ

Above aches

a black storm,

a live delirious show,

the wind heaves sea spray,

and less frantic, sleeps

 

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Summer blossoms bright

after rain, vivid color

poetry grows wild

like love shining through the night,

rooted here, behold Eden

 

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Rainbow, National Park, NJ

Yesterday was such a weird day–work, political stuff,  and the world generally. Then late in the day, we watched the storm clouds roll in, followed by a weird golden sky–and a rainbow. I decided to consult the Oracle, who told it like it was, and even gave me a tanka.

 

© Merril D. Smith, 2017

16 thoughts on “Poetry in a Storm: Magnetic Poetry

  1. I liked all of this and do believe at the ground level, the people are who matter. We just keep on going, Merril.
    The ACLU sent their annual survey and I filled out the priorities which mean the most to me.
    My top five: Everyone has rights, we need Planned Parenthood, money should be used to build bridges, roads, steps (WPA example) and never a wall and if possible, a movement to impeach Trump.

    In the higher skies, I see hope and rainbows too. 🌈

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