The dusty path curves, promising
Secretive
Overhung with branches hanging heavy and still
Dirt clings to skin
Gravel punishes feet
One before the other
Clouds scud across the sky, roiling
Gathering
Threatening
Thunder rumbles above and around
Skin trembles
Nerves naked and raw
A luminous arrow pierces the cumulus
Penetrates the shadowy canopy
Acquires the target
Silent
Sinister
Seductive
Trapped in light, he waits
Lightning cracks the sky
The clouds reply in tympanic crescendo
Soft globules dot the earth
Sizzle on skin
Now sparse sprinkle
Now deluge.
And yet he stands
And yet I walk
I loved the richness of this poem on the senses.
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ReplyDeleteSometimes the storm is worth the walk and others better to leave him waiting.
ReplyDeleteLoved the story line and the piece in general. Conveys so much undertone to what is going on in it's sparsity. I like you left it up to me to decide what I was seeing going on between him and her.
Glad you liked it. You know things are never what you think they are...
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