at thunder’s edge

at thunder’s edge

i stood

embracing             the scents of  night

watching               as thor’s hammer slipped

pinging                  off the dark clouds

sparking                into the crash and boom

of this life…

illuminate      me

embrace me in a myriad of sound     

as i drop      shattering into earth’s belly

i hear the voices         in this night

crashing     they grumble in preparation

as the final crash    splits me open  

with   an ear-shattering boom…

surely        death will come

i will stand at its edge

too early

or too late

to witness such a  show

at the end of life and night…

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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One Response to at thunder’s edge

  1. MandT says:

    to witness such a show

    at the end of life and night…

    Is to know
    The light of dawn
    For on the air
    Is drawn
    The sweet new
    Of Spring.

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