The Thunder
by
James Shammas
(Age: 44)
copyright 01-30-2006
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Sleeping in my bed somewhere in Newark,
I heard the sound of rumbling thunder.
It was night and the night was sleeping,
In the dead of winter, in the dead of night;
No rain or wind; nothing but the muffled
Sound of drowsy thought and knocking thunder.
I lied alone, unless my partner rose
To check the thunder-- what it murmured
Under the sill, under the holy hush
Of muted morning light, as my reluctant
Slumber turned to wake-- disgruntled, longing,
Lost again to what the thunder said,
As I lied alone in an empty bed.
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There is a storm in your brain while your brain is at rest, racked all day, but then you digress, Stayed up too late now you must sleep all alone, so you guess you'll give up and rest your ole bones. But then when you're finally content, and slumber kicks in, you hear the thunder finally roll in, but you missed it again, and she's all pissed off, as she peaks at your work, wondering what the big deal is, and why you took off. and so you must try harder today, because you know it was there, and you must prove it somehow, and let her know that you care. but you will never learn not to force it to thunder, just give it sometime and let your mind start to wonder. True magic works with nature not against it, my friend. Great write good job, thank you
The way you explained the thunder and what you would have done.It was great.I thought your poem was awesome!Great job I would say.Wonderful job.
-Ashley-
I normally find thunder quite soothing; but we do get some violent storms being close to the Rockies as we are. When the thunder strikes right above my house, it is deafening and actually shakes the house; that I don't like, but the 'distant thunder' is wonderful.
Your poem tells of the 'distant thunder' and brings good feelings.
The personification of thunder makes this read interesting, soft and very palpable. I love the mystery and the listening done by the writer. In turn, I the reader can do the same listening, through a peephole in the sky, conveyed excellently by the skill of the writer. Soothing, yet unsettling imagery makes this piece a delight to read! You're onto something, Jim!
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