CORIOLIS EFFECT
Seems its been
Raining
All over
poets
Everywhere today.
Cool air,
The sound
Of it
Syncopating thought.
And how many times
Do they say
Lightning strikes
The surface of the Earth
At any one time?
From space
There is, it seems,
A constant flickering,
Like the coming
And going
Of souls,
A lightening
And a darkening,
Maintaining a larger
Balance, of sorts,
Though
As unfathomable
As the
Blue swirl
Of cloud
Over ocean,
As distant
Sounds
Of despair
And sorrow.
This came in response to a comment by 47whitebuffalo and a poem by whimsymimsy, and others too I think. Linked by weathers and events, we fugue and echo, screen to screen….
Reblogged this on Spoondeep.
mind made of lightning
Guts of thunder…