Death

Thunderstorms

and hurricanes

deceive us

when they change course,

letting us believe

that disaster can

weave around us,

when death is a tempest

that will not miss.

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XVII

You are a radiant paradox,

making me to

cherish the memory

of the past

and the potential

of the future,

being the calm

in my storm

and the storm

in my calm.

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XIII

Thrown by your howling wind

and soaked in your tempest rain,

I reach for you,

wondering how you put

this thunder

in my ears.