Outside

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poems
Observing nature with a different kind of poem.

Submitted: October 16, 2018

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The sky, so matted with a blanket of thunderous clouds

that when lightning strikes it is seen as a muted glow.

First here, then there, and almost everywhere are the flashes.

The constant rumbling of thunder confuses the soul.

 

Shall fear overtake these wondrous moments

of sight?

 

Looking beyond the fences and out across the fields

I see no visible difference between the rain and wheat.

They both move at the whim of the guesting wind

so there is scarcely a line where the two bodies meet;

 

It is like seeing a crowd of lovers

dancing in the given light.

 

This is not a night for any creature to be out and about

but good deeds don't always choose their time of need.

And had I stayed snug where I was seated, with book in hand,

would I have been all the worst for it? I would have, indeed.

 

For an instant, outside, is worth a thousand words

on such a stormy night.

 

 

JE Falcon

10-14-2018


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