Storms clean smoke
In the bellow of breeze
And clouds it brings
In the old rain
That now purges the haze
And assaults the intrusion
With vanishing pollution
Come sure appreciation
Of the skies missed no more
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Tag: storm
Sequence
Flowing like a gutter
Just an arm to another
Destined for the dirty sewers
Through dank tunnels
Drains for the storms
For the clouds overhead
Could you take a leaf out
On the water and ride it?
Mucky and grimy
Algae is climbing
Quick city currents
Lightless and blinding
Fabricate a way to change
The course of the river
Taking control
Of the waves you ride
One more set
Approaching Storm
Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5; 1/4000; ISO-400; 18mm
Blackgull
Blackgull
Blackgulls make the
Candle wax
That’s burned through
By the jar
They caw and cry
When storms at sea
Light the skies
Like L.E.D.s
It’s their sound
That smells of cold
Fire and hot ice
And powerful spices
They fly on clouds,
Lightning in their eyes
A frictious breakage
They call so loud
A storm is brought
Calls like wind
Are artfully
Wrought
The triple-point
Wax netted
Captured calls cool
In a jar
When burned,
The blackgull calls
Cry again
It’s
Pimpernickel fir
It’s
Balsam harvest
It’s
Cold fire and hot ice
It’s
Lightning and spice
It’s the sight
Of scattered L.E.D.s
The breaking friction
Of blackgull calls
Glawio
Glawio
Billowing mushroom cloud
Fungi pepper the ground,
Shot from sky castles
With heat sensitive vision,
To pollenate in image,
As large hammers drill
Massive shells down barrels
Of artillery; macrocosms
Of droplets, rippling
Puddles, and descending
Dust.
Chilled Chaos
Chilled Chaos
Perfumes of petrichor
And ozone
Are rife.
Lightning is
Flying with
Abandon.
Cinder bolts crisp,
Gold blood stone bolts
Blitz gasoline.
Inverse smokestacks
Jet nebula smoke
Through chemical contrails.
Diffuse vapor floods
Pulsate with the hum
And fuzz of embers.
Tufts of grey rum-scented
Cloud chaff currents
Twinkle and swarm,
With shards of
Glowing
Thunder slag
Blinking behind
Crystal floe elixirs of
Liquid quartz.
Landfall
Landfall
I remember that day
When waves weren’t sated
A shelter had always been kind
As rooms outside my shrine
No one could ever chance upon
Someone over which to fawn
But I did
And I burned
I called the lightning eyes
And the red clouds saw my flare
Shot into the darkened air
To call the singing sky
With antennae spires
My obelisk conspirers
Seeking to contact clouds
If the tempest accepts me
And it did
So it burned me
Bolt chains and arc strings
Controlling every feeling
Melting will and searing flesh
Denoting my lost shell mesh
It didn’t hurt
But it burned
Static thoughts
Charged actions
Electric feedback in all I touch
Clouded grey and forced reactions
Marionetted by the red clouds
Taken control of by blue bolts
The blue veins were, too
Turned red as artery hue
In the eye of the tornado
Hailing storm’s capacity
Standing in the hurricane
Leeching from the sky’s domain
I am the battery
I am the pistol
Amperage matching
The one who’s in control
For when it made landfall
I was the one
Who was taken a hold of
Bottled
Bottled
Where could I start?
Where oh where could I let these butterflies go?
You might not even listen
Or understand how much it means
She’s a symbol to me
Of more than herself, of course
She means to me what it means to breathe
To live
Be alive in a place that everyone else can only dream of being alive
And in those moments I thought nothing at all for all the things I told her
Her absolutely unmatched allure
Right down to the way she walked and dressed
I wouldn’t say she’s like power,
No,
I’d say she is a power
A force of nature, taken to flesh
Borne of dark dreams and sent to me
For a purpose I’ll never know, now
But something that toys with my sullied mind as every moment ceases to be
Every moment with hand in hand was a connection to everything
She was the conduit for unreality for me
It never escaped me, that thought
I knew very well that she possessed something I’d never again see
That force of hers, she wielded it deftly
Over me, and the others before me
They all fell to her, but in the end she relented to me
And me alone
She trusted me with that say over her power
In her eyes, she must have felt bottled like lightning
But to me, I wasn’t the one who bottled her, no, I was simply a vessel to capture that
And I had a hold of that force of nature for months
When I misused that wondrous, awe-inspiring lightstorm, it lashed back at me and scarred me for eternity
