Chasing Thunderstorms

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

First poem I've posted on here for a while. As a bit of background, I live in Canterbury, UK, which is a tiny but beautiful town in the middle of a valley. If you stand on the top of the hills in a thunderstorm, the thunder and light streaks down the valley and it's... incredible.

There's an orchestra in the gutter,
And one throbbing up above,
It's rippling through the valley
like the rage that came before.

At breakneck speed the silver rush,
For the glamour and the gorgeous,
Were peeling back their chords
apart, in this masterpiece of love.

And through the roll,
And through the rush,
Is the friend I once had,
chasing thunderstorms
for ever and for good.
We chase the fear
we chased before,
We chase the
streetlamp
kiss.

And through the light
of ancient streets,
We watch the wall
of rain crash down
and penetrate
the ground
we stand
on.


We see a father who
holds his son.


We watch the night
roll past.


Submitted: December 03, 2008

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Brian Peza Perrins

Great work Matmoo, must be a great experience, check out my "Demon of Darkness" I think you will enjoy, all the best Brian.

Wed, December 3rd, 2008 11:52am

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Thanks Brian! I'll have a gander at that.
Keep well.

matmoo :)

Wed, December 3rd, 2008 6:35am

Chaian

A lot of really good imagery, but a few lines stick.
I would suggest reworking these two sections to help it flow easier:
"Were peeling back their chords
apart, in this masterpiece of love."
and
"we stand
on."

Wed, December 3rd, 2008 12:41pm

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hey, thanks for the comment. I'll look into those lines.
Keep well,

matmoo :)

Wed, December 3rd, 2008 6:37am

Earnest Zitha

Good poem

Wed, December 3rd, 2008 2:53pm

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Thanks!

Thu, December 4th, 2008 3:26am

Crystopher

Very beautiful work.
"At breakneck speed the silver rush,
For the glamour and the gorgeous,
Were peeling back their chords
apart, in this masterpiece of love."

I loved it.

Fri, December 19th, 2008 2:56am

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Thank you very much! I'm glad you liked it.

matmoo :)

Fri, December 19th, 2008 3:08am

Silver Cevtaal

Exquisite. A dazzling display of talent. Bravo!

Wed, January 21st, 2009 9:06am

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Thank you very much! Sorry it's taken a while to realise you commented, something's not working on my manage page...

matmoo :)-

Wed, February 4th, 2009 3:13am

Flo

interesting.....i love the life you give to the storm. i love that you use the word rage and orchestra. i have a piece that uses the word orchestra, but i've always heard laughter in the storm's rolling thunder.

Fri, February 20th, 2009 8:20am

Author
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thanks for commenting! glad you liked it. if you ever here the orchestra i'm in, you'll understand why i used it such.

Sat, February 21st, 2009 2:48am

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